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cinnamonest · 2 months

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Yan childe x teacher reader BUT the reader has a lover OMG I CAN'T-

//cucking + filming noncon, age gap, Ajax is an awful little bastard as usual

(also here's the original Delinquent!Childe x Teacher!Reader post, and the second sequel post)

Oh anon. Anon. I love this, but consider: take it a step further.

The poor boy finding out that his precious teacher he’s been fantasizing about fucking silly is MARRIED.

Typing away on her keyboard when his eyes drift and he stiffens up when he sees the ring he never noticed before. The pain. The horror. Devastated.

He’s never even met the guy, and yet he hates him so much. It’s not fair that he got to you first, just because he was born earlier than he was!

He’s probably not good enough for you. Some old guy who can’t rail you with the vigor and intensity that a young guy like himself can, probably can’t keep up with your drive either. You must be so frustrated and unsatisfied.

Now it feels so awful on his tongue to call you what he normally does. Miss _____, he says, and it feels like he’s spewing poison from his mouth, knowing it’s some other man’s name practically forced on you by dumb traditions and social standards (not that he wouldn’t do the same, but that’s different). It makes his chest hurt to hear it, the name feels like a constant reminder that some other man basically has laid claim to you, that the name marks you as belonging to someone who isn’t him.

He does some digging, finds everything he can on the guy, any online profiles or social accounts. Ugh. You deserve better. If it were him, he would just support you himself, you wouldn’t have to slave away doing paperwork all the time.

Even worse is the fact that the guy has a nice job — you know, the kind you need some higher degrees for, which he definitely won’t get seeing as his behavioral record is pretty much guaranteed to keep him out of any credible institution… still, you don’t need that much money to get by. Sure, he’ll never make that much (without getting into crime, at least, which isn’t an impossibility…), but still, he’s better for you.

It’s so much worse, though, when he stalks your accounts, sees pictures of the two of you together. Makes him feel sick to his stomach, you look happy and he doesn’t like that. He ends up having to close the window, unable to handle any further emotional damage.

He starts to pry, little by little. Can’t be too blatant, but he slips in a question every now and then — how you met, what you two do for fun, so on and so on. It makes his stomach churn to hear you talk about him, but he can’t refrain from continuing to ask, practically a compulsive urge.

God forbid you express any sort of discontentment. Even the slightest frustrated sigh, passive-aggressive comment in regards to the man, and so on, he perks up and zeros in. Oh, so you are unhappy. Typical unsatisfied wife that’s getting pent up from unmet needs and all that.

He’s very attentive to those complaints, the things you mutter under your breath and the implications of it all. He works too long and is never home (terrible, he would never leave you so lonely), he’s never helpful around the home (which wouldn’t be so much of an issue if you were home all the time and didn’t have work responsibilities), he suspiciously disappears sometimes for “work trips” or unexplained entirely (unforgiveable, your suspicions are well-founded, he’s definitely cheating and you shouldn’t forgive it).

Sometimes you sigh and shake your head — ah, sorry, I shouldn’t trouble someone your age with all this… but he assures you it’s fine… also he’s searched a list of local divorce attorneys, you know, if you consider that, which you should.

He’s not the best at being subtle or exercising restraint, so he can’t help but actually mention it out loud — life is short, better to divorce than stay in a miserable relationship! But you sigh and say it’s not that serious. He holds out on the hope that there’s an unspoken “yet” at the end of that, that eventually you’ll get fed up.

But you don’t. You keep tolerating it. It’s somewhat understandable, since divorces are difficult and messy, and you would need somewhere to stay and all that.

But getting one’s own place isn’t that hard. He would know, now — he’s actually been picking up odd jobs recently, all to get his own place. Hard to balance that with schoolwork, but he manages (and he’s in the absolute bottom-tier difficulty for courses anyway, with very little actual homework, and it’s not like he’s prepping for college like a lot of his peers). You’re very pleased with it, say you’re proud of him for being so dedicated and responsible, completely unaware that he only really has one intention for doing it all anyway.

He was planning to take that part slowly, ease his way there, but you push the limits of how much he can tolerate when he’s forced to meet the guy face-to-face. He’s just sitting there as per usual in your after-school sessions, talking a mile a minute as per usual, having a good day, completely unprepared for the psychological gut-punch he’s forced to experience when that same face he saw online comes walking right into your classroom. The sacred space that’s supposed to be just for you and him.

His soul is crushed when you get up to greet the guy all happily, practically ignoring him for several extended seconds before you gesture over to where he’s sitting and introduce each other — with himself as the student I’ve been tutoring, you know the one. The man nods, casts a single uncaring glance his direction.

Right. She mentioned you before.

The hell does that mean. He keeps the smile plastered to his face, but it’s twitchy. What did you say? Was it bad? No, you wouldn’t say anything bad about him… except maybe certain factual statements like the whole behavioral record thing, but he can accept that that’s his own fault.

Still, he doesn’t like the way the guy looks at him. A vague condescending, disdainful glance. Makes him curl his hands into fists and clench his jaw. If it weren’t for the whole “impulse management” thing you’ve been hammering into his head for months now, he might have outright attacked the guy.

It’s practically torture to sit there. You say something about how you’re going out for your anniversary, so he came to pick you up. Awful. Like you might as well have stabbed him. Not to mention it’s cutting into what’s supposed to be his time with you, and now he has to leave early.

So he’s forced to walk to the front doors with you both, listening to you talk all happily about where you’re going, while he’s forced to continue to pretend to be perfectly fine with it. Ugh.

You bid him goodbye, and he smiles and waves and walks the opposite way… and the moment you’re out of sight, he’s scowling and grinding his teeth and kicking rocks on the road all the way home, sulking like a petulant kid, imagining all the horrible ways he hopes your date goes terribly wrong.

It makes him seethe all night long, laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, nausea ruining any chance he had of sleeping. He can’t even go sulk around his parents with the hope of getting attention like he used to do when he was mad, now that he lives in this little apartment by himself.

How is he supposed to live under these conditions, no attention available on demand. You don’t even text him to see if he got home safe like you do sometimes. Probably too busy doing whatever with your husband who’s more important than he is. Hmph. His mind briefly flickers to wondering what you’re doing now that it’s later in the night, but the obvious realization only makes him feel ten times more sick. He doesn’t get any rest.

And the longer the night goes on, the more irritated he starts to feel, the misery and hurt begins to turn to bitterness and anger. He starts to feel like you probably know — no, you definitely do. And yet, you willingly tortured him like that. You've been so nice to him, giving him all that attention and affection, knowing you won't ever give him what he really wants and being totally fine with causing him so much pain. He's hurt, and more importantly, mad.

But he can't hate you… your husband, however, is a different story.

That guy kept his arm around your waist walking outside, rubbing it in his face like that. He’s certain that your husband must realize that he loves you (way more than said husband does, for the record), but that look of disdain — he doesn’t even see him as a threat, does he. Thinks that he’s not even proper competition. That much is painful. Bothersome. Annoying. Rage-inducing.

Well, he’s wrong.

That’s the thought that pushes him over the edge. He’s already had the idea in his head for a long time, he just kept bailing out every time he gathered the gall to go through with it, much to his own shame.

But clearly, continuing to be passive is not going to get him anywhere. Come to think of it, a few months ago, he would never have hesitated to go through with whatever impulse struck him, no matter how violent. It’s not like he hasn’t been expelled or arrested before.

He appreciates the time he’s spent with you, but he’s starting to think that all those little speeches about “self-control” and “thinking before you act” and all that have only really just made him docile and tame. How embarrassing.

A man should just take what he wants, right? Anything less is practically a blow to his pride.

He’s still not the brightest when it comes to formulating plans, but his rather straightforward plan ends up working. You actually agree to swing by when he says he has something to give you, something too big to carry to school himself, so he needs you to come pick it up with your car and all that. You must really trust him. Or you’re just naive, maybe, but he likes to think you trust him, however unwise that may be.

He worries that you might back out, but you show right up to his door. The motions from there are mechanical, putting his brain on a sort of autopilot mode in which he just goes through with it, without thinking too much, lest he hesitate, until you’re secured.

Grabbing you by the shoulder and jerking you inside, hand over your mouth, other arm around your waist and picking you up. It's a short distance to the bed (well, mattress on the floor), since it's just a studio apartment and all.

You being so weak makes it so much easier. He can technically tell you're struggling, but it barely feels like resistance, just weak squirming and thrashing that doesn't even loosen his grip in the slightest. You make cute little noises of surprise and confusion and fear, muffled by his hand over your mouth.

Sadly, he can't afford to have you attracting attention from the neighbors, so he's forced to keep you gagged, pulling your shirt over your head (to which your whimpers turn to full-fledged sounds of panic), and — after the brief moment where he has to detach his hand from your mouth, hearing you stammer out a wait, wait— balls it up and stuffs it into your mouth, quickly grabbing the duct tape (he, feeling very proud of himself for such clever forethought, thought to go ahead and tear some long strips off and stick the ends to the wall ahead of time), and placing it over your mouth, flipping you over onto your stomach.

You're so cute. You make the cutest little noises, your eyes get all teary, you squirm and whimper and try to pull yourself away, but he's got your wrists pinned behind your back with one hand, the other pulling your hips back. The cutest part by far has to be when you feel him jerk your skirt up, his cock pressing against your flesh and pushing inside of you, your squeals get louder and higher pitched and you struggle so hard, to no avail.

So mean, though, to pretend like you didn't see it coming. You know what you did. You led him on on purpose. Knowing full well the sort of things he's done to other people — beating his peers black and blue on impulsive whims, getting into fights because he felt like it, stealing stuff and vandalizing stuff and all those other things he knows you know he did, since it's all on his records… you willingly came all by yourself, in private, with someone like that, who you know full well is so much stronger than you are—

What did you fucking expect?

Up until then, the stream of words from his mouth are all amused and teasing and sadistic, but in those words, and the sharp jerking thrust accompanying them, you hear that underlying anger breaking through. You really hurt him, you know, by being married. He loves you so much, and you had to go and do that to me, he says, as if it was a retroactive choice, as if you should have predicted his presence in your life years in advance, as if you willfully did it to spite him years before you knew he existed.

Is it irrational? Sure… but it isn't going to change that he feels that way, and he’s mad and you can't do anything about it anyway, so he's going to keep blaming you for what you did wrong.

He keeps muttering about how stupid you are — for coming here so naively, for choosing your dumb fucking husband over him when he's so much better and loves you so much more, for all the little things you did to lure him in and make him want you so badly, for being so nice to him and having a body you should have known would make him want this so badly.

It's all your fault.

The words get more and more muffled and slurred as the movements get faster, harsher, you squeal with each thrust that makes the springs creak and the whole mattress itself move back and forth against the floor. He points out that you're leaking all over him, fluid drooling out of your hole and spilling onto his hips and thighs, satisfied by the shameful little whimper you make and the way you hang your head. You must not get fucked good enough at home, huh.

And then, he starts to slow down. There's a pause. You see him reach over, to where he tossed a few things that were on you when you came in onto the floor. Fishes something out of your purse.

You made a confused, panicked little sound when you notice he's holding your phone. Easily unlocked, whatever method you use — he holds it up to your face or forces your thumb to press against it, or, most alarmingly, even if it's protected by password or pattern, he enters it with a single try. Shouldn't have opened your phone around him so much, of course he would pay attention to that.

You're flipped onto your back, reeling from the sudden harsh movement, grunting and squirming when your bra is pulled up to your collarbones and your skirt pulled up even further, exposing your body completely before shoving back inside of you, and oh, what a euphoric sound you make — and this time, you visibly clench down on him when he does. Perfectly timed, too.

Your stomach clenches in dread and panic as you see your phone’s front side facing you.

Smile.

You cry out louder than ever before, struggle so hard, so good. His hand latches onto your throat and squeezes hard, and your hands, now no longer in his grasp, reach up to claw at them, all entirely futile. The sound of skin slapping skin reverberates around the room, and you see him tilt the camera downward, ensuring he captures the sight of his cock pounding into you, stretching you apart, all the slick fluid now coating everything from your thighs to his hips, and the sweet, precious sounds you make for him.

He wonders if anyone has ever made you react like this before. If your husband is going to be torn apart by the realization that he's made you feel better than he ever has, that he's better and bigger than him. The sheer fear on your face would suggest that. The thought feels euphoric.

He re-angles himself, leaning forward a bit, ensuring his body presses against your clit — you start to tense up, push back, your heels dig into the mattress and your body writhes with greater force than ever before. Your eyes squeeze shut and you shake your head but he doesn't stop, and you hate yourself so much in the moment for the sensations your body feels, the guilt and despair overwhelm you, you feel a cold chill in your gut — but you finally spasm and shudder on his cock all the same, clearly trying so hard to minimize it and hold back the sounds and movements, but the involuntary shudders and soft little cries are unmistakable all the same.

Normally, he would want to stay inside you longer — but there will be plenty of chance for that later. This time, the prospect of pulling out and capturing it is too tempting, and God, is it satisfying when he does. The squelching sound, the way his cum starts to drool out of you onto the mattress, the way your hole twitches from the sudden absence, slightly agape from the intrusion. It's so, so perfect, better than he could have even imagined.

You rip the tape off your mouth, gagging and coughing from the strain on your throat, and the overwhelming sensation leaves you in a dazed stupor for a few moments… your head slowly drags over to him, and an ice-cold spike of fear strikes through your heart when you see that he's still on your phone.

Slight movement from you as you try to push yourself upright takes his attention away from it, eyes flickering over to you.

Ah, right.

You make a scared little sound and pull your hands close to your chest (very cute!) as he looms over you again, but you're helpless to do anything as he puts the phone down to flip you over again, this time taping your wrists behind your back, adding a new layer over your mouth, and finally one on your ankles. Your struggles barely faze him.

You see him zip his pants back up and pull his shirt back on, standing and making his way over to the door, shuffling his shoes back on before grabbing your car keys.

I'll bring these back. Your place is only five minutes away if I drive, you know. I won’t get into any wrecks this time.

It occurs to you that you've never told him where you live, but it's the least of your concerns then and there. Your heart sinks to your stomach as he takes your phone again, grinning as he types and, after a pause, makes one distinct, final tap that you know can only be hitting 'send.'

His head turns over to you, that same dopey, carefree smile on his face as always, that now seems so much more sinister than before.

Don't worry. He won't have enough time to call the cops.

Your muffled words don't stop him. You writhe pathetically on the ground as the door opens and closes before you, listening in dread and despair as his footsteps slowly fade away.

#lord forgive me but this is the GOOD stuff #like taking reader from her lover/husband/bf by force... hnnnnng

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reindeerswillsavethisworld · 1 month

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Corpse au case fic where the trio decided to try cracking a murder mystery, except instead of angst it's a comedy of errors where they make everything worse.

Like. Danny comes out of a portal dead and translucent and glowing, and there's charred remains of a human body on the floor. So now all three of them are freaking out, and instead of asking for help, or finding an adult, or telling literally ANYONE, they decide to just. Get rid of the body. As one does.

So that's what they do: they break out Tucker's nice shovels (because god forbid Sam's family owned something as pheasant as a shovel, and Danny's too afraid of touching their family's Patented Fenton ShovelsTM for... reasons), they find a nice desolate clearing in the woods, and then they bury Danny's body like one would a very unfortunate hamster who met their demise too soon under very suspicious circumstances. They even stay at the new "grave" in silence for a minute or five in respect and DEFINITELY nothing else, you know. And so, they bury the body, and then they (try to) forget the experience as some horrific nightmare.

And then, a year later, there's an uproar: the Amity Park's police department found the child's remains in the woods! And you see, Amity Park is not THAT big of a town, and the police estimated that the body belonged to a 14-15 year old child, and, look, there's only so many schools in a small town, alright. Obviously, the rumours start very soon in Casper High: about how the kid could've gone to their school, about how they could've died, about whether or not anybody was missing them, about their identity, and some definitely-truthworthy-would-I-lie-to-you-bro-come-on sources insist that the kid was murdered around a year ago, around the time ghosts started showing up. And these rumours obviously reach the ears of Sam, Danny and Tucker.

Now, you would've thought that their first thought would be something like "oh no, they found Danny's body", or "oh no, they know", or even simply "we're sooo fucked". Except. You see, the night they buried the body? It was really cloudy. And dark. And, y'know, it's very easy to get lost in a forest. And they were too high-strung, you see, they completely forgot to leave some sort of a marker or anything. And also like, it was so long ago, you know? A lot have happened, they were sooo busy and the likes, you can't really blame them for forgetting some things.

And here's lies the problem: all three of them just fucking forgot that there was a body left to bury at all.

And then it gets out that the police can't even conduct any sort of DNA test because it became corrupted to the point of being absolutely unrecognisable due to exposure to a large amount of ecto-energy.

It's now looks like a bad set up for a joke: an identifiable body of a child, cause of death unknown; the probable involvement of ghosts or at the very least a very large quantity of ecto-energy; a probable murderer on the loose, which naturally breeds suspicion and speculation; a town full of all kinds of rumours; and a trio of absolute dumbasses, who after hearing that ghosts were involved immediately went to stick their noses where they don't belong.

Rejoice, Amity Park! Sam, Danny and Tucker are now on the case! Except they are all teenagers, and nobody in their right mind will allow teenagers to solve a murder case. Plus, them poking around would be highly suspicious, but Phantom, on the other hand?

(people seeing Phantom helping solve this case and coming to the conclusion that the ghosts were definitely involved was not on their bingo card, but oh well)

They don't go to the cops, obviously: Danny at least in part because he's worried they will call GIW on his ass or try to arrest him, and Sam and Tucker simply because fuck the cops (one because the police is involved in a militaristic, capitalistic corrupted system that breeds injustice and furthers the divide between average people and the wealthy, and the other because cops suck and will probably call GIW on his friend's ass). They also can't go to any other authorities: cops are out of the question, as is the mayor; laboratory personnel will most likely just throw them out; and there're no witnesses or known relatives, so they're stuck.

Therefore they decide that desperate times need desperate measures, and so they enlist all of their ghost allies on a quest, hoping to find the ghost of the kid. Considering the amount of ecto-energy they were subjected to, they MUST have formed a ghost, they only need to find them.

Except. The Ghost Zone is a big place, and they only have so many allies, even if some of them are a queen and a god. So Danny bites the bullet and does the most stupid (debatable) thing he has ever done: he goes to his enemies for help. They're surprisingly understanding and willing to help, even if some of their reasons are a little... strange (Skulker and Johnny entered some sort of competition on who finds the ghost first, Box Ghost starts to seek out coffins (??) and Youngblood is not above to start torturing people to finally have a friend that is not either an adult or a complete stick in the mud). And even then they still can't find the ghost.

In the end Danny goes to Clockwork in a desperate hope that he will be able to glimpse at least a little of what had transpired on the night of the murder, and to Danny's annoyance Clockwork laughs so hard he almost pops a ghost equivalent of a blood vessel.

A few weeks down the line Sam hesitantly brings up Danny's buried corpse ("MY WHAT" "Your corpse which we buried in the woods, Danny, don't you remember?" "Yeah, bro, I think you dissociated the whole time we were digging the hole and carrying your dead body" "WE DID WHAT-"), reasonably saying that, you know, they ALSO technically buried a body in the woods. On that Tucker just shrugs because obviously it was not Danny's body, the place of the burial was way off, he remembers that there was a really big stone to the left of the grave (he doesn't and there wasn't), so they are in the clear. During that exchange Danny's sitting on the floor and having a panic attack, because he really did dissociate the whole time and afterwards legitimately forgot that there was a body to bury at all.

After that conversation all three of them leave with a certainty that Danny's body is still there where they left it, whenever it was. And so the shenanigans continue.

#yes i know that is custom made for some delicious angst and identity shenanigans #but also consider: this scenario would be very funny #three teenagers running around a crime scene trying to solve a murder case #and not realising they ARE said murder case #idk whether or not there would be an identity reveal down the line but if there would be one #i like to imagine vlad just sitting in his office alone afterwards head in hands #wondering WHAT he did to deserve this stupidity that went for MONTHS #like sir you did it to yourself when you decided to make a 14 years old your arch-nemesis #jazz is both horrified ('IT WAS YOUR WHAT') and exasperated ('what do you MEAN you forgot')#she's out there secretly hoping this sort of stupidity is not hereditary (in her case it kinda is lmao)#his parents are simply horrified (tho jack a few months down the line finds the whole ordeal rather funny)#the ghosts all forget about this shitshow rather quickly #except for ember youngblood kitty and johnny. they will NEVER let danny live it down. NEVER.#also danny waking up at 3am in cold sweat and remembering cw laughing his ass off: THIS MF KNEW ALL ALONG-#danny phantom #sam manson #danny fenton #tucker foley

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 1 year

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@bruciemilf Batcat with baby Dick

“You're getting sloppy,” Selina greeted Bruce from the couch.

She liked to surprise the bat and sneak into his house. But it got too easy when the owner of the house left a back window open for her.

"Selina? What are you doing here?" the billionaire asked, having the audacity to look surprised. Here, a woman disappeared for a few months, and she was immediately forgotten.

She stood up, walking over to him and putting her arms around his neck, "Well, it's Christmas Eve. I've come to unwrap my present."

Selina was the first to acknowledge that she and Bruce didn't have a typical relationship. Heck, even saying they were in a relationship was an exaggeration: they played chasing each other, between the roofs and at galas, both wearing different masks, pathological liars who had recognized each other.

They couldn't be together, not when they had such different morals and both were too stubborn to back down.

Such a pity. For those lips, she would have abandoned anything. It would have taken so little to be happy, but Selina supposed that some people weren't made for happiness.

Bruce gently pushed her away, "Selina, now is not the time."

"Are you afraid your butler won't approve?" she teased him, her arms still around his neck.

Bruce pursed his lips, "It's not him I worry about."

"So how about we screw up this couch and..."

A small voice interrupted her, "Bruce? Who is with you?"

Selina's eyes widened. Standing by the door was a kid in Superman pajamas, messy black hair, and bleary blue eyes. He looks like a miniature Bruce.

Bruce seemed to suddenly age ten years, "Selina, this is Dick. Dick, she's...my friend."

Friend seemed a lot better than she is a criminal I occasionally have sex with, but Selina was still too shocked that Bruce Wayne, emotionally stunted and with more trauma than scars, had a child and she didn't know it.

"Do you have a son?" finally the woman blurted out, genuinely surprised.

"Why are you so surprised? Haven't you read the newspapers?"

"I've been busy," she said evasively. Selina hadn't been in Gotham for months, keeping herself off the radar of people she'd pissed off. She had stayed out of trouble long enough not to make the bat suspicious.

Who would have guessed that Selina was the least of his thoughts?

"Did the mother sue you for alimony? That's why he lives with you now?"

"No, his...his parents...the ropes snapped and they...they didn't make it."

Oh. Oh.

The boy had lost his parents, like Bruce. That's why the man welcomed him. Bruce had seen himself in the boy.

She pulled away from Bruce and smiled at Dick. First impressions mattered.

Dick looked at her warily, "She doesn't look like a friend to me."

"Why do you say that?"

"You look like a thief."

She laughed. Smart boy. Selina told him conspiratorially, "Don't worry. I only steal from those who deserve it."

The boy cocked his head, "Like Robin Hood?"

"Just like him."

"Wow!" he exclaimed, his wondering look making her laugh.

"Does Bruce deserve it?" Dick asked.

Selina hummed, "The only thing I want to steal from him...is his heart."

Behind her, she heard Bruce begin to breathe again. Seriously, who did he take her for? She wasn't that shameless.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Dick seemed genuinely concerned about his new guardian.

"Oh yeah, it hurts a lot. If you want it, go for it. Take a risk. Don't always play it safe or you'll die wondering."

Urgh, she was getting sentimental. It was the fault of the holidays. She used to get corny at Christmas.

Dick blinked, but before he asked any more potentially awkward questions - or something that would force either of them, god forbid, to talk about feelings - Bruce interjected, "Selina came to say hello. She's leaving now."

“She can't stay?” Dick almost begged.

"She seems nice."

"You have to go to sleep or Santa won't come," Bruce reminded him calmly, the softest voice she'd ever heard him use. Fatherhood suited him.

"But I want to see Santa Claus!"

"Well," Selina chimed in.

"We could wait for him together. What do you think?"

"Really?"

"I could tell you a story while we wait."

Dick nodded vigorously and flung himself onto the couch. Bruce looked at her as if she'd helped Poison Ivy escape Arkham.

Selina sat down next to the overexcited boy, and started rubbing his head. She spoke softly, "You know, even at your age, I was waiting for Santa to come. My mom and I used to make him cookies, putting a lot of chocolate chips in them..."

Selina had never had the luxury of believing in Santa Claus, and sure as hell her mother had never baked cookies.

But the beauty of stories was that they didn't necessarily have to be true to be told. Within half an hour, Dick was asleep on her lap, and Bruce was staring at her in amazement.

"How did you do?"

"He was already tired," Selina explained to him.

"I just had to create the right atmosphere for him to fall asleep. Plus, kittens love it when I give them head scratches."

Bruce snorted, "He's not a kitten."

"You're right. He's a baby bat."

The man shook his head, "He's got too much color in him to be a bat. No, Dick is a bird. He's built to fly much higher than me."

The thief looked at him pityingly, "Oh, Bruce. Birds are fragile creatures."

"I know. Probably, I'll ruin him. But maybe…maybe I can learn to be more human, for Dick."

Selina teased him, "The big bat is getting softer."

"Maybe," was all Bruce answered. He took the sleeping boy by the arm, looking at Selina, "Dick comes first."

"Got it. The child comes first. What about me?"

"You..."

She laughed, "I was kidding, silly. I would never get between a single parent and his child."

"Selina...Dick comes first, but I wouldn't mind if you too...come to visit him more often."

"Are you asking me to be his cat mom?" Selina asked half jokingly and half seriously.

"If you want."

"Mhm...I will think about it."

It wasn't a no. For now, it would have been enough for both of them.

Selina gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and like a teenager on a first date she whispered in his ear, "If you want to come looking for me without the kid, you know where to find me."

Selina left much the same way she had arrived, in a whiff of subtle perfume and mischief, feeling her heart heavy and her mind full of what-ifs.

#crossover #fanfiction #books #feels #au #quote #bruce wayne x selina kyle #dc bruce wayne #the batman #batman 2022 #battinson fic #battinson #batcat #batman x catwoman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x selina kyle dc #dc battinson #dc batman fic

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dear-satan · 1 year

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Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader warning: fluff, Leon's alcoholism era.. that's all .-. note: I am downright in love with soft content with Leon.. I really need him in my life!

You closed the car door with a rather loud bang. You were angry… No, actually you were furious and you didn't even try to hide it. The clock on your phone showed two o'clock in the morning and you, instead of rolling from one side to the other in your warm bed, were just standing in some car park outside a dingy club. You didn't come here involuntarily, god forbid. If you could have, you would have trashed the place like in some superhero movie. However, you couldn't. Or at least not now, with him still inside.

Ignoring the bawdy comments from the youngsters standing in front of the entrance, you opened the door. Loud music immediately reached your ears and your nose twisted from the excessive scent of tobacco and vodka wafting through the air. "I swear to god. As soon as I find him, I'll kill him like a dog." you muttered to yourself in thought as you plunged deeper into the premises. You squeezed between the dancing people saying every now and then requests to move which they reluctantly complied with. With every passing second, as the neon lights robbed you of your ability to see, you cursed yourself and your good heart. You might as well have ignored the message and the incoming call by hiding your phone under your pillow. But no, you were too good a person to ignore it. Which is exactly what you regretted at these types of moments.

You finally reached the section where the tables were and almost immediately noticed Leon sitting in the company of presumably drunken colleagues from his job, about which you knew absolutely nothing. In fact, you knew really little about Leon himself and your relationship with him was…. Quite complicated. You had only known each other for a short period of time, over a year, and yet during this time you had become something that was difficult to define. You were supposed to be friends, really good friends who could rely on each other even in the worst moments, but there was no shortage of flirting, dirty jokes or nice nicknames such as "darling" "sunshine". However, Leon in your humble little opinion was a really handsome man and somewhere, deep in your mind there was a desire to bond with him. The vision of spending the rest of your life with him really brought a smile to your lips but you were afraid to do anything more to clear up this fucked up arrangement between you. That's why you stood in front of him with your hands gripping your hips.

"Leon Scott Kennedy." your serious tone broke through the loud music drawing the attention of his colleagues as well as Leon himself, who smiled drunkenly, though really sweetly, at the sight of you.

"Honey! How good that you're here already." he spread out his arms as if he wanted you to throw yourself into his arms with the intention of hugging him…. Unfortunately, in his plan he didn't take into account the table that separated you. "That's the Y/N I was talking about, my wife."

Wife.

"Come on, Kennedy. That's enough." You rolled your eyes coming closer "Let's go." you commanded extending your hand towards him. You really didn't feel like pushing your way through guys even more drunk than Leon himself.

You were surprised at how easy it was for him to rise up and grab your hand like a small child. You squeezed it tightly and directed your steps in the direction from which you had come. The people who before had been reluctant to seat you this time pulled themselves apart, wanting to make it easier for you to guide the drunken Leon towards the exit.

"You're my guardian angel," he muttered as you opened the door letting him out first. He greedily took in the fresh, rather cool air into his lungs feeling no small amount of relief. After all, his nose had been irritated by the smell of cigarettes and alcohol for several hours so taking a drag on something else was a real pleasure for him.

"It's not your wife anymore?" without waiting for him you started for your car, opening it with the remote control you kept in your jacket pocket. You opened the passenger side door for him waiting for him to get inside rather clumsily. You closed the door behind him and then took the driver's seat yourself letting out the air with a swish. "Last time."

"Excuse me?"

"That's the last time I'm picking you up like the mother of a spoilt kid Leon." you sent him a look that few have experienced "I understand, hard work. I don't interfere but for fuck's sake…. Don't call me out every time you're unable to walk home alone. I'm not your guardian angel and even less so, a wife to be at your every shitty request, Kennedy." You watched his blue irises darken and his expression momentarily become serious. His one eyebrow was much higher than the other. This time it was he who sent you a serious look that dominated that of yours.

"Do you think I'm playing with you?" he asked suddenly, and his low tone sent a shiver down your spine.

"Yes, that's what I thin…" you were prevented from finishing by his warm lips mussing yours. For the first few seconds your lips were motionless. You were simply shocked by his sudden move towards you which, to be honest, you really liked. You returned the kiss at the last moment and your hand tangled in his dark strands of hair, drawing him closer…. As far as it was still possible.

This pleasure lasted a minute, well maybe two. When your lips pulled away from each other, a thin thread of saliva still connected your lips, making you blush slightly. After all, Leon was drunk and this bold gesture was caused solely by the percentages bubbling through his veins.

"Lee.?"

"You're the most wonderful woman I've met in my entire shitty life." he grasped your hitherto laid on the steering wheel hand in his. He slowly began to roll circles on top of it causing your heart to palpitate. "And like I said in the bar. You are my wife. The most gorgeous and beautiful one I could ever dream of." With his words, all your previous anger passed into oblivion.

"Silly you…" you smiled lightly capturing his cheek with your other hand "You are drunk…. Besides, how can I be your wife when we're not even together…. We don't even have rings!" you laughed, realising how stupid that sounded. However, as if on cue, Leon reached into his pocket and put a silver ring on your heart finger and then took out a chain from under his shirt, on which hung the same ring, only slightly larger than the one on your finger. At this sight your eyes opened wider and your breath stopped in your lungs. "You're kidding…" You literally couldn't believe your eyes.

"No." he smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your hand "I've never been so serious, love. And I assure you I'll tell you the same thing tomorrow."

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #leon x you #character x reader #character x you #comfy and cute #i really fall in love #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #fictional story #thanks for reading #soft content #fluff and romance

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podcastenthusiast · 2 years

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Three little drabbles featuring Geralt "Horse Girl" of Rivia and different animals, from Jaskier's POV.

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1. Horse

Jaskier realized it a few weeks into this new witcher-following, song-composing venture. Specifically, when he went to eat the last apple and was told in no uncertain terms that it's for Roach, even though their food rations were running worringly low and they were a day's ride from the next village. Even though he's a fragile human. Even though she could literally just eat grass.

The mare outranked him. She had seniority.

He tried to befriend the horse, with middling success.

He tried to befriend the witcher, too.

At least Roach could be bribed with a carrot or a handful of raisins.

People project a lot of their own feelings onto animals, he supposed. It's a relationship designed to be unequal. As complex or as simple as a person wants it to be.

For a while, he had started to resent her a little, as pathetic as that may sound. That is, until he woke in the middle of the night and overheard a murmured, rather one-sided conversation.

"I worry about him, though," Geralt was saying. "Can't exactly just find a new bard and start calling him Jaskier if something happens, can I."

What?

"Wish he'd shut up sometimes, but... I guess it's been kind of nice having someone around who talks back."

Jaskier's heart felt like it might burst or break. Or both.

"Not that you aren't good company, old girl."

Roach gave a quiet snort.

That was all years ago, now. The horse is different, but still somehow Roach.

He is different, too, but somehow still Jaskier. Still the reliable bard his friend needs him to be.

Now, he watches from his spot by the campfire as Geralt brushes through Roach's mane. The witcher's got drowner brains in his own hair but gods forbid he has a wash before his trusty companion is completely tended to. He's very gentle with her, which is probably why she tolerates it as well as she does. He's heard tales of stablehands losing fingers to routine grooming before.

Jaskier wishes he could write a ballad about this without potentially damaging his fearsome reputation-- the unbreakable bond between a witcher and his horse. The unexpected tenderness of hands made to kill.

He reaches for his quill to jot down a few ideas. Something something the mighty wolf and the wild horse, loyal and brave companions defending their forest home together. Keep it vague enough. Maybe a folktale vibe.

Besides, Jaskier thinks with a touch of bitterness, the wolf's tongue is the real danger. His jaws that snap at anyone foolish enough to get too close, to offer help when he's caught in a trap.

...Maybe he still has some feelings to work through.

The wolf also has a heart he tries so hard to bury. Jaskier can see it. Always has.

"You spoil her rotten, you know," he remarks lightly, plucking on his lute strings. "She eats better than we do."

"It's like sharpening my swords. I have to keep Roach in good condition, or we don't eat at all."

"Mhm. And it's very sweet."

He no longer begrudges Roach her well-earned place at Geralt's side. The witcher had been alone out here for such a long time before he came along, probably will be again after he's dead and buried. Even if Jaskier does wish that he could be the one Geralt trusts with his innermost thoughts and secrets and sleepless night fears, he is glad the man has someone in whom he can confide.

They all have their roles in this story. Perhaps he ought to accept his as its scribe, and let that be enough.

But Jaskier's greatest fault, he knows, is an always has been his refusal to accept things as they are.

2. Cat

"Oh, look at that. Someone's cat has gone missing. Poor thing."

"We're here for real work, Jaskier," Geralt says, scanning a contract notice. Recent plague. Graves disturbed. Ghouls. See alderman for details. Bit dull.

"They're offering a reward. See?"

"Somehow I doubt a small child has enough coin to justify ignoring the ghouls."

"Says here you'll get their eternal gratitude and-- oh! The lady of the house will darn your socks free of charge for a full year. Any additional mending at a discount. Now that's a good deal."

"Hm."

"Geralt, as you know my favorite doublet is in a sorry state after that minor werewolf incident--"

"I told you to stay with Roach."

"--All water under the bridge now, of course, and what an adventure! Worthy of a fine ballad--"

"Jaskier."

"--as this would be. Can't you at least keep one keen witchery eye out for the cat?"

"And risk a ghoul catching me off guard? Sure."

"Well, now you're just being silly. Don't tell me you're a dog person. Or are you allergic?"

Geralt sighs, realizing now that only the truth will free him from this conversation.

"Don't mind cats," he mutters. "But they don't like me."

"Sorry, what?"

"Cats don't like me," he repeats. "They start hissing whenever I get too close."

Jaskier's expression is caught somewhere between disbelief and sadness. "Why?"

"I insulted their king. Why do you think? They've got more sense than certain humans, I guess."

It's a veiled remark. Jaskier sees right through it.

"You're not a monster, Geralt," he says, achingly sincere. Then, in a lighter tone, "Does that mean you've never pet a cat before?"

"I don't know. Maybe when I was very young. I can't remember."

Jaskier mercifully drops the subject after a quiet and thoughtful walk back to the village's tavern.

He doesn't fail to notice Geralt buying extra scraps of meat from the innkeeper, or how he sneaks away at night to set them like snares in promising locations near the village. He'd probably say it's for the ghoul contract if asked, but Jaskier knows better.

Even if he didn't, there is really no other explanation for Geralt returning to the inn on the second night, covered in claw marks, carrying a ghoul's severed head in one hand and a bag containing one squirming, hissing feline in the other.

3. Spider

"GERALT!"

Every witcher in Kaer Morhen hears the bard's scream, but Geralt reaches the room in moments, his silver sword already drawn.

"Jaskier, what--"

"Kill it!"

The bard is standing on his bed, pointing frantically at something. Geralt follows his panicked gaze and sees--

"Really, Jaskier?" He sighs.

"What are you waiting for? It's a monster! Kill it!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's not a monster. Just a spider. Not even poisonous."

"How do you know?"

"I read." Geralt crouches down for a closer look at the spider. "Might look scary but it's harmless. Probably sought shelter from the cold."

"Well, then it can go right back outside."

"Jaskier, be reasonable."

"I am. Either the spider goes or I do."

The witcher looks thoughtful. Says nothing.

"Oh, thanks, Geralt! I feel so loved."

The spider crawls onto Geralt's hand and Jaskier almost screams again, shrinking back even farther. Gods, it has so many legs!

"Pretend it's a kikimora or something," he pleads. "Why won't you kill one little spider for your very dearest old friend in the world?"

"Because kikimoras have no niche. They're invasive, and need to be dealt with to maintain balance in the ecosystem. Spiders aren't like that; they do belong. A monster, fundamentally, is any creature that doesn't."

Jaskier just stares at him, speechless. He's not sure he has ever heard Geralt say that many words all at once.

Geralt's eyes remain on the spider. "Witchers aren't sent out on the Path not knowing why we kill; we're not soldiers."

"I never thought of it like that," Jaskier admits. "That spider's still fucking terrifying, though."

"Hm. I'll take it outside."

"Geralt?"

"Hm?"

"I know what scared, stupid people say about witchers sometimes. But I-- You do belong. You're important. Just want you to know that."

"...Thank you, Jaskier," he says. Then, quieter, "You too."

#the witcher netflix #the witcher #witcher fanfiction #geraskier fic #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #witcher fic #I'm sad i can't pet cats in witcher 3 okay #horse girl geralt

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Hello.... I just came back from church and I will worship demons again. Anyway, I just came into mind to Nephalem! Mc, (I love really OP MC) and I was forced to read the bible and another version that's the reason I've come to this conclusion. So like it's between Belith (the most powerful demon king who owns 85(?) demon legions) and Seraphina (the female version of the six winged seraphim) they do the nasty and boom demonangel baby whose raised in an human orphanage because God forbids and Bebelith's (uwu) kingdom opposed. And the child somehow almost terrorizes the entire human race without exposing themselves. Imagine those reactions from the bros + dateables hekhek. I really love the bible sometimes you know...

It’s been too long but my god I’m excited to do this one. I always love your ideas

Nephalem!MC + The Obey me boys

Pronouns: They/Them

The chaos

MC grew up as an orphan, going in and out of foster homes and different adoptive parents. It never lasted though. No one knew why. The kid seemed nice enough, if not a little quiet

Some say it was because they were too quiet. They never talked or bonded with the families. Others say that it was because the other families kept having kids of their own and decided they didn’t need MC anymore

But the real reason? The real reason was because they were actually a little terror

They would start out seeming innocent, sure, but that was all a part of their plan

After about a week though? They would start causing all sorts of chaos.

When MC got sent down to the Devildom, they thought it would be the same thing. They’d be there for maybe a month and then be sent back. But no, that’s not quite what happened

Lucifer:

When MC first came through the portal, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of them

He knew that something wasn’t quite right about them but that would have to be an issue for later

He has things to do

He assigned Mammon to deal with them while he went back to his office to check this “humans” file

Except wait

They are, in fact, not a human

Well fuck

This didn’t go like he planned

He immediately tells Diavolo, thinking he’d want to send MC back and get a new exchange student

But no

He wants to keep them

Of course 😑

Lucifer can’t do much else besides just proceed as normal, he supposes

But he does keep an eye on the kid

It’s bad enough that he’s got to be responsible for a child, but a Nephalem?

He’s going to be grey by the time the exchange program is over

Mammon:

He genuinely has no clue

I love him but he doesn’t have the faintest idea

MC walks through that portal and he just assumes they’re just some human

Honestly, he won’t figure it out unless he’s told or if he catches them doing something

Even then, he might just assume they’ve been hanging around Solomon too much

He is, however, a great target for MCs chaos

He’s constantly being messed with

His things go missing, only to show up in random places

Grimm will appear and disappear in front of him

You get the gist

He’s easy to mess with

Which is why MC likes to hang around him

But he doesn’t mind too much

Once he warms up to them at least

He enjoys the company

Leviathan:

He also doesn’t know

But it’s mostly just because he doesn’t care

He’s focused on his games and anime

I get the feeling that he would be all over it if he found out though

Like he would think that it’s super cool

He could absolutely figure it out if he decided to dedicate the brain power to it

But he’s got other things to worry about

He’s also pretty easy to mess with

But be careful

He’s not just gonna get over it quickly like Mammon does

While MC could probably take Levi, I wouldn’t recommend it

Maybe avoid doing anything to his collections

Satan:

He figures it out pretty quickly

He’s a smart demon

MC absolutely fascinates him

He spends a bunch of his free time studying them

Trying to figure out anything and everything he can about them

Well

Until MC decides to be a little shit

Books start going missing and showing back up with writing on the pages

His feather boa is nowhere to be found (Though Mammon and Asmodeus aren’t complaining about that one)

At one point, Satan got turned into a cat for a few hours

Okay he didn’t mind that one all that much but still

It’s about the principle

It’s not smart to mess with him either but oh well

Asmodeus:

Every time I do a child!mc, I say the same thing

He absolutely adores them

He thinks they’re adorable and he can’t wait to dress them up

Maybe not this one tho

He still thinks they’re cute and wants to do little fashion shows with them, but it’s not really going to go how he planned

It’s crazy

Makeup isn’t the right color and the clothes keep changing into other clothes

How weird

In reality, MC just doesn’t like being dressed up so they have to make it fun for themselves somehow

I don’t have much to say for Asmo

Except that he’s gonna be a bit of a good sport when it comes to the chaos that is MC

Beelzebub:

Honestly

He also does not notice that there’s something off about the “human”

He’s gonna be easy to mess with as well

But do be careful

Stay away from his food

We’ve all seen the rampages he goes on when someone touches his food

I think that he would just assume that MC is this fragile little child and so he’d try to protect them

But he’s in for a surprise the first time that someone tries to mess with them

You can imagine that he’s speechless when he sees MC, this small child, absolutely demolish some demon

Doesn’t have to be physically

They could verbally destroy some random demon trying to mess with them as well

Either way, he wasn’t expecting it

Belphegor:

Honestly, this could go either way

I don’t think he’d be able to tell right away

Which is where lesson 16 would come in

But I think that, based on how this MC would react, he’d figure out that something isn’t quite right after that

There’s no way in hell this is some normal human, right?

Not after all that

Once he figures it out, he’d be pretty indifferent

He’d be put at ease that there isn’t a human staying with them

And he’d be more than happy to help them cause chaos

Especially if it’s directed towards Lucifer

Somehow tho

I don’t think he’d be that easy to fuck with

I feel like he’d be unbothered by anything they could do to him

Well

Mostly

Diavolo:

Once again, absolutely loves them

Even before he finds out

Which doesn’t take that long

Obviously

Since Lucifer found out and told him

I feel like he would be 100% on board with any mischief that they cause

Having to do all his princely duties all the time is so boring

He enjoys the entertainment

He would probably also be enamored with them

Wanting to see all that they can do

I dunno I wasn’t able to fall asleep last night so my brain isn’t very creative

He would try and involve them and what they can do in things and events

Most likely

He’s just excited

Barbatos:

He knew first

He just didn’t tell anyone

Because why would he?

I swear, this man lives for drama

He would never admit it but it’s true

Anyways

He doesn’t care either

As long as MC doesn’t cause problems

Which they absolutely will

I feel like his attitude towards MC would be similar to what it is with Dia and Luke

Just another child to look after

He’s fond of them tho

Don’t let him tell you otherwise

Simeon:

I don’t have much to say about him

He might be able to tell

Or he might not

If he does, he definitely does that thing he does where he doesn’t outright say he knows, but he drops hints

He might make a passing comment about how MC is similar to some of the angels he knows

And then a day later say how they remind him of one of the brothers

He would definitely wait for MC to outright tell him tho to actually say anything

He’s respectful like that

Solomon:

He knows

Maybe not right away but pretty early on

He’s also absolutely fascinated

He wants to do so many tests on them

Surely they react differently to his potions and spells, no?

Maybe they’ll love his cooking like the rest of them

That’s what he thinks at least

Or not

It’s been a while since I’ve played but I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew no one liked his cooking but he kept doing it just to take the piss

He’s such an asshole and I love him

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me asmo #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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the-s1lly-corner · 8 months

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Can I get E, F, I, and W for the slenderman fluff alphabet, please? Your take on my favorite pasta cryptid of all time is so nice and interesting. Adds a certain depth I don't typically see.

Fluff Alphabet w/ Slenderman but it's these letters!

side thing but guys go listen to redoin by jerryterry its so fucking good im listening to it on loop while im writing this and its making my vibrate

E (EMOTION)-

stone cold exterior, warm squishy interior. still hung up on the "slenderman longs for companionship just like everyone else but rarely gets that need met due to his nature and way of existence"

in other words he can be a passionate sap in regards to you, behind closed doors. he can wrapped up easily in things, so sometimes his passion can be mischaracterized as rage or annoyance but rest assured he's not angry with your existence

right in the middle of the "heart on the sleeve" and "cold and distant" thing, he feels he needs to keep up his image of powerful monster but he doesn't let you think at any moment that you're not important to him

F (FAMILY)-

i don't think he would want kids, and thats assuming he even can. in my au he was created by zalgo with the sole purpose to cause problems for people, i dont think zalgo was thinking about whether or not slenderman can reproduce when he making him

of course adoption is always an option, and who knows, maybe if you guys find some stray kid in the woods he might just take them in

this is where my take on slenderman strays a lot from the original since i personally think slenderman just. kicks kids out of the woods (which leads to them talking about him, which leads to slenderman being a known cryptid in universe) but thats mostly just me not wanting to dwell on child death + giving the dude some level of morals that at least somewhat align with the self loathing that comes with his "i dont want to eat people but i have to in order to survive" thing

but hey i think thats because i love those comics where people draw predator and prey animals where both sides are sympathetic

love shit like that

slenderman is only one part of this huge web that we call nature, simply existing because that's just how things are

whips and nae naes

I (INJURY)-

rest assured that he will tear the world apart should someone or something ever send harm your way. god forbid you are mortally wounded or even killed

he knows some basic first aid stuff thanks to watching people for so so so long, but he's a kriller not a healer, he doesnt know what to do if youre losing a bunch of that red liquid that fuels your insides

oddly calm about it, though, though with the way he holds you you can feel his rage seething under his skin

he himself /can/ get injured but its rarely something to fret about unless its like, from some real powerful person or some human who knows how to take down a specific man eating forest demon; i've actually never really thought about what conditions would need to be met to outright krill slenderman but

yeah

when he's the one hurt he insists you not to worry, it's going to take a LOT to keep him down

if you're injured and its something he can treat he will make sure you take it easy but hes not going to baby you about it

W (WARRIOR)-

okay so im writing this segment first because i can write a whole essay and really i dont know if theres going to be anything stopping me from doing just that. curse you jerryterry, the bops are so good. anyways onto the topic; a lot of my interpretation of slenderman is admittedly based around the early fandom characterization of him + a very specific fic that will remain nameless (though im more than happy to spill the link in dms, said fic also has some influence over my entire au/hc thing but thats not todays topic)

despite what many may think, i feel like, at least with my hyper specific take on slenderman, i feel like he wouldnt want you to fight along side him or be a proxy. only time i can see him date a proxy or fellow kriller is if you were already one prior to the relationship. in my au, slenderman resents his own existence for being what he is, and if he could he WOULD choose to be something else; however he cant rewrite the laws of this universe or fight against his biological functions

like i can go on an entire tangent, but my au is still so scrambled around that im not entirely sure where to start or how im going to make it make sense, but i feel like he would much rather keep you by him and safe (and even then i feel like thats pushing it, sure hes more than capable of protecting you but what if something stronger than him comes and fucks shit up? not all the creepypasta characters are buddy buddy)

but perhaps i will write a collection of loosely connected one shots one day detailing the world building and dynamics

i make no promises

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman imagine #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons

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abbynx · 2 years

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Dio's Doll

Yandere Dio Brando (Part 1) X Reader

Genre: Angst, Headcanons

Warning: Typical Yandere behaviour, violence

A/N: To some, vampirism is a way to become somewhat of a higher being than a human, almost like a god if they're arrogant enough... To some, a curse, exactly what Dio had bestowed you.

- We begin in the 18th century— you were twelve, your father had entrusted you to his good friend George Joestar to take care of a certain business bargain somewhere in Asia. Your maids could look after you back at the L/N manor, but you were close to the young Joestar heir. And besides, your father would hate it if his heir is lonely.

- By this, you were there when a dark cloud began to leech off the family. Even if you're not a member of the Joestar's, the curse latched itself to you too. With his arrival, Dio the forsaken has began to make existence difficult for you.

- What's worse, he has taken a liking to you— the little doll that opted to stay silent, not wanting to cause trouble and just hopes for him to leave you alone. Unlike Johnathan, you had manners, according to Dio, you'd be the child George would have love.

- Dio is the ever so cocky bastard, even if Johnathan were there to defend you he couldn't do anything. JoJo would only further humiliate himself before his father because he sees it as such. And you, the docile doll who values your father and George's opinions, you remain silent about Dio's treatment.

- Well, at first you told on Dio, screamed even. Dio has a tenacious guardian angel watching over him that he never got in trouble, always finding a way to twist words and shift the blame into something else.

The first instance of his doings was a night of rest, you were getting ready for bed after coming from the library. Your room was dark as you climb into bed but then you noticed a head lying under the blanket. A scream alerted JoJo, George and a few servants to rush into your quarters.

- You vividly remember how quick they were to reach you, a big tell on how worried they were about you. Now imagine that worry deflating to disappointment when they found out you screamed at a mere sight of a doll's head that you mistook for a head.

"It was Dio! He did this! He must've planted it there to scare me!" You screamed pointing an accusatory finger at the blond.

"Dio, is it true?" George said. You remembered how satisfied you were when the head of the house looked at the ward the way he'd look at Johnathan when he was in trouble.

"Mister Joestar, it is I who have put the doll there, but it wasn't my intention to scare them. In fact, the doll was a gift... I'm just as terrified as you are to find out only the head remains." Dio said, with his voice pathetically reduced into a small one. "It must have been the dog that bit the head off."

"Danny wouldn't do such a thing!" Johnathan protests.

"Jonathan," George sends a single glare at his son's way, enough to diminish the rage JoJo was feeling. The head of the family then turns to you. "Why Y/N, it's not nice to say something like that. I want you to apologize to Dio for what you've said, he didn't mean to scare you at all." And you were absolutely livid to find that George fell for it. Upon glancing behind the head of the Joestar's, Dio was grinning in satisfaction.

After that, nothing else came of it. At least, in terms circumstances. After that transpired, you find yourself reeling yourself back to avoid bringing this up to George's attention, lest he should report your unruly behaviour to your father.

- He finds joy to see you suffering in silence, refusing to speak up whenever he does something to you. He can pull on your hair, push and shove you, lob rocks at your direction, pinch you, anything to fulfill his heart's content. But god forbids if he sees you with someone else.

- You see, he doesn't like sharing his doll. Something within him stings whenever he'd see you with someone else, he couldn't bear to see you enjoying yourself with someone else. Not that you'd enjoy Dio's company but eh.

- He's already sever your relationship with Johnathan and it was easy. He just some manipulation here and there, Dio knows you liked attending to some chores such as starting the furnace to avoid him, Danny was locked in the said furnace and boom. JoJo hasn't talked to you since. Two— no, three birds with one stone.

- After Danny's death, you couldn't bear to show your face around the family out of shame and guilt. Dio felt a certain glee to see you so down, so miserable, so shameful. But to see you go... It left a hole.

- He denied it of course. Why would he, Dio, miss you? What a joke, why would he? He could easily replace you! You're nothing but a sad excuse of a human being who mopes around with your sad e/c eyes glazed with a lovely sheen of tears, that will eventually come cascading down your melancholic face... Oh that face... Oh. Oh what the fuck—

- Well... Shit, that explains it.

- Seven years later, your family was invited to the Joestar ball; Every year actually, you just never attended with them. But this year, you decided to indulge. A lot of things has changed by then— you were already nineteen and already with a doctrate. And Dio has never not thought of you through those years.

- You made your first appearance as Doctor Y/N L/N in the Joestar ball and finally met your best friend after so many years. At first you feared he wouldn't welcome you the same way again, but then he took you in his arms and held you tightly.

"It is lovely to finally see you again, Y/N! Or should I say, Doctor Y/N?" He's grown. Physically and emotionally. You thought he'd haughtily turn his back against you from the grudge of seven years ago. An absolute gentleman too.

"Oh Johnathan. You have always been dear to me, you know that Y/N is enough."

- The night was filled with a lot of catching up. Jonathan has taken a liking to studying archeology, just as you have taken to the field of medicine, all that's happened... Dio... The mere mention of his name made your heart drop.

"He's still here?"

"Yes. He is, after all, family. I take it that you have yet to see him?" You can sense the enthusiasm in your friend's voice, just as he can sense 'no' as your answer.

"My, do my eyes deceive me or is it Y/N I see?"

A shudder rocked your entire body, freezing from where you stood when you heard a familiar voice. Then, a hand lands on your shoulder in a way that shows camaraderie. You were tense under his grip, your breaths coming out ragged in an attempt to steady yourself.

"It's been a long time, old chap! How have you been?"

... "Fine. Yourself?" It took longer for the pause to take place for your liking, you knew you gave yourself away.

"Likewise, though studying law does get one down at times but I thrive. Say, I heard you're one of the head of the Saint Catherine hospital?"

"You heard correctly."

Jonathan couldn't help but to notice how warm Dio was with you, while you were tense in the blond's hold, avoidant even. You couldn't even hold your gaze with Dio, as you looked towards your side.

"I find that quite impressive. I imagine you have countless suitors because of it."

"Thank you. Before I leave, I just say it's a... Delight to see you again. You must excuse me," you remove yourself from Dio's hold, with your eyes casted away from him, you didn't see his countenance twist in disappointment. "Jonathan. Dio." You smiled at your childhood best friend, something in you was upset you couldn't catch up with him further, glancing over Dio as well with a smile you had to force, before taking your leave.

- Upon hearing of Mister Joestar's sickness, you were the first one to be called upon the JoJo to look after his father, as he trusts you. Under your treatment, George was able to feel the care he needed. You imposed a rule to be followed by every one in the manor. And it was something Dio dreaded.

"I shall be the only one who will give Mister Joestar's medication. If not me, I will be instructing one of my nurses to do so."

You were firm to impart with this message. Jonathan agreed with this, as he trusts you. Dio didn't, but he acted as though he did. Even if he hates what had transpired, he couldn't help but to grin. My, this is the same Y/N who stayed silent when he pulled on their hair. The same Y/N who was afraid to get in trouble so they often kept their voice soft. Now look at you, with your chin up and firm stance. Only would it cave in whenever he was nearby, just as he likes.

He didn't need to heed your statement, he was able to manipulate the situation. It was your absence that made him strike, as he lead the nurse you instructed to look after the old Joestar was distracted by Dio, just enough for her to forget about her duties. It was a simple act of switching bottles when one's back is turned, and all the while he distracts the nurse, the old man would think he himself should just drink it himself.

It didn't take long when news came to you your nurse had failed to make the Joestar patriarch drink his medicine on time and you suspended her, finally allowing one of the old staff of the family to make Mister Joestar drink.

- Revelations came by you in a way that was shocking, as it all happened all at once. Dio was responsible for George's sickness, so was his father's, Jonathan almost got himself killed in Ogre street finding for the apothecary from which the poison came but was spared by a gang leader names Robert E.O. Speedwagon. Once he found out which poison was used, he calls you over to tell you what he's learnt. By this, you were able to concoct an antidote to give to Mister Joestar and call the police.

"I have to leave." You stood from your seat, gathering your coat and other belonging in your arms.

"Would you like me to accompany you, Doctor?" Speedwagon politely offers, holding out a hand for you to take.

"No, thank you." You offered him a polite smile, before turning to Jonathan. The Joestar only nods at you with a certain warmth in his eyes, wordlessly giving you his gratitude and bidding you goodbye.

Before you could witness what had transpired after you created the antidote, you had to leave for the hospital. Jonathan, in hindsight, was thankful you weren't there to witness the tragic passing of George, as well as Dio's betrayal and transformation.

- After what had transpired upon your departure, you were once again at a place of guilt. George Joestar was dead, Jonathan was unconscious, the Joestar manor is no more... From what you've heard from Speedwagon, Dio had become something of an otherworldly, hell if he were to be specific, creature. Fangs, super strength, endurance... You cant fathom how Dio terrifies you as his normal self, but that night where he apparently got stronger?

Ever since that night, you have not left Jonathan's bedside, along with a girl who seems to know him. You didn't have the chance to meet her, you fled from the Joestar's after you had unknowingly killed Danny. Erina Pendleton, a friend of Jonathan's. Like you, she hasn't left Jonathan's side as she tirelessly wring the rag of excess water before wiping Jonathan with it. Despite just meeting, you got along quickly whilst taking care of Jonathan, as you two shared a mutual care you feel towards the man.

"Erina..." Her blue eyes flickered up to you under her eyes were darkened circle from sleepless nights tending to Jonathan. "Allow me to take over. You rest."

"Oh no, I--"

"I'm a doctor. I'm used to it." You interrupt, softly taking her by the wrist and gently taking the rag from her hand.

Taking her hands, you press your thumb on her palms to alleviate the tension with a touch so gentle as to not further irritate her blistered hands. You looked into her eyes deeply and she finds herself deep within your hypnotic gaze and nods. You assist her to a nearby seat and proceed to treating Jonathan. Erina can only watch on her seat, as you tend to JoJo with a pace of fluency with that of a doctor's.

- Upon Jonathan's reawakening, you leave him and Erina be once you sensed a certain air between the two, just in time for you to catch Speedwagon doing the same thing when he decided against entering the room.

"Speedwagon, lovely to see you." You silently shut the door behind your back, smiling at the blond man.

"Doctor L/N," he tips his hat to greet you. "It seems that JoJo has awakened."

"Mhmm. In time, I shall assess his injuries but for now I figured I should leave them be for a while."

"I see... I must say, Doctor, you are quite mesmerising to look at when you work." You find yourself taken aback at his comment. "With such tenderness and at the same time, firmness. Not to mention, how skilled you are as a doctor."

You find yourself stuck for a moment, unable to wrap your head around his praises. "I... well... Um... T-thank you, Speedwagon."

"I am merely stating the facts, Doctor." He runs the back of his neck. "Would you like a drink? I know a good tavern down town. Or do you prefer elsewhere?"

- After spending time with Speedwagon for a few drinks, you decided to call it a day. Surely Jonathan and Erina wouldn't miss you for a night, as you decided to return to your home. You didn't arrive. Instead, you were tackled in the dark and rendered unconscious.

When you come conscious, you awake at the sight of a monster, in the form of Dio Brando, grinning at the sight of you quivering when you realised it was him.

"Hello, Y/N."

"D-Dio... I thought you--"

"Died? With my newfound powers, I cannot."

He stood from his throne, sauntering over before he kneels to meet your height. You instinctively lean away when he inches closer, averting your gaze from his analytic ones. He takes in the absolute terror in your features, relishing the reaction he can pull from you so effortlessly. The way you clenched your jaw, whilst you tried to keep your heart rate steady by breathing out with a shudder.

Wanting more of your fear, he reaches for your face, squeezing your cheeks as he made you hold his crimson gaze shaded with sadism. The stretch of his lips had made you realise what exactly he is, the glimmer of his fangs lit by the candle light as his features casts a shadow that made him more terrifying to you.

Closing your eyes, the long-held tears streaks on your cheeks, wetting his fingers. You tried to muffle your cries with a clench of a jaw, as you couldn't help but to think that this is how you end. In the hands of the only bully you couldn't stand against.

"Hush..." Dio whispers in a way that would be soothing, the pad of his thumb running under your eyes to wipe the tears off your cheeks. But it was Dio, there was nothing soothing about him.

"Why are you doing this to me?" You sobbed.

"I love you." I love seeing you suffer because of me.

Your eyes widened, meeting his for the first time, riddled with confusion. You knew this was no love to you, it was his sick vision of what he thinks love is.

"I love you and I always want you by my side."

Have you no idea, how he yearned for you every day? Those seven years without seeing you, it felt like a nightmare he constantly wake to. Constantly pulled by his longing for you, he couldn't think straight. Upon discovering the secret to immortality, he knew now what he wants to keep by his side forevermore.

You've yet to register what he had said, until you see him pull something from behind him-- a stone mask. The same mask from the Joestar manor that hung on the wall, something you don't like to look at when you pass by it in the corridors. On his other hand, a knife.

Before you can make any attempts to lean away, he holds you in place. Not even a flinch was pulled from him from your flailing, as he places the mask on your face. From the eye holes of the mask he gazes at you with a crooked grin, seeing how wide your eyes were at the sight of the knife. But oh, whatever you were thinking was his intention with the blade, was surely wrong. Of course he wouldn't stab you with it. And with a bloodstained knife held up, he traces the surface of red with his fingers. He watches the red drip from his finger, before he directs his attention you.

In one quick swipe of the crimson from his finger against the mask, spikes protrudes from the sides and penetrates your head. You fall limp in Dio's restraining arms, the warmth of your body fading as you became cold to the touch.

"Now, you shall always remain by my side."

- After Dio's defeat, you couldn't show your face to Jonathan, nor the others. Not after the heinous deeds Dio had instilled within your system, you were forced to act like the monster he is, taking vitals from his other victims.

When it came for the other Hamon users to suggest to kill you, you ultimately agreed... But Jonathan loves you too much to allow that. He reassured you that it was Dio's doing and how you shouldn't view yourself as a monster.

Arrangements were made to cater to your new lifestyle. You live under the darkness of the cellar, only to be let out at night where you feed on blood from bags bought from hospitals. Jonathan, Erina and Speedwagon stuck with you in your new form and never once had they expressed fear towards you, specifically. But you knew a piece of them were afraid of what you have become, with your new strength and abilities and you couldn't blame them.

"I apologize for not being able to attend the wedding JoJo, Erina. I wish I could have been there."

"It's alright, Y/N." JoJo reassured.

"Once the photographs have been developed, I would be happy to show them to you." Erina added, holding your cold hands within her warm one's.

"But I am happy for the two of you, really. Take care of JoJo for me, Erina. And you too, JoJo." You glanced at both of them with a certain sentiment in your eyes. "And enjoy your honeymoon. I believe the oceans are lovely at this time of the year."

"We'll be sure to write you." JoJo states.

"Oh don't worry yourselves over me, you two enjoy your honeymoon."

"Uh-- right." Jonathan looks down in disappointment. Something within you tells that Jonathan wouldn't be heeding your concern, you know how he is.

"Thank you for being here with us, Y/N." Erina squeezes your hand.

"And I return the gratitude to you as well..." You squeeze her hand back, before taking JoJo's hand as well. "I wish you all the joy throughout your lives. Now I must be going, dawn is peaking through and you should be boarding your ship."

"Right of course. Sleep well, my friend." JoJo pulls and holds you against his chest. "We will see you soon."

"Be careful now." You pat his back, before pulling away.

... you wished that you did more than just tell them to be careful. You should have wished for them not to leave at all.

To be continued

#x reader #yandere #dio brando x reader #jjba part 1 #jonathan joestar #erina pendleton #speedwagon #vampire reader #phantom blood #jojos bizarre adventure

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Nuclear Reactions: Chapter One

Nancy x Robins side of the Freezer Burns Universe | Masterlist

Summary: all it takes is 2 scoops for Nancy to realize she isn't trapped on the way one street toward the nuclear family.

Warnings: Sexual Harassment in the Workplace, being groped nonconsensually, Nancy pops the fuck off, Karen's a good mom, Sexuality crisis, crying, panic attacks, middle of the night reflections, it's a bit of a sad one guys

Word Count: 4.2k

It started with a simple conversation

“I don’t think my parents ever loved each other,” Nancy explains, taking the gun off safety and raising it to aim.

“They must’ve married for some reason?”

“My mom was young, my dad was older, but he has a cushy job… money. He came from a good family. So, they bought a nice house a the end of the cul-de-sac and started the nuclear family.”

She gets angrier the longer she thinks about how she was on the same trajectory, how she was fulfilling the prophecy of young girl sleeps with older boy for validation when her best friend went missing. The only person who understood why she felt so pressured by society to find a guy like Steve Harrington instead of following her dreams and making a name for herself.

With all that built up anger, she pulls the trigger and dings the can. dead centre. bullseye.

Jonathan Byers became the second friend she had who understood why she was dating Steve… he knew it would look weird if they stopped dating right after barb died at Steve’s house. He understood that she told Steve she loved him for a year because that’s what girls do, they accept the love they think they deserve and they put their own needs aside. Because god forbid you step out of line and make a man uncomfortable…

And sure, Steve wasn’t anything like her dad and he was really understanding of her dreams and wanted her to be something, he just also wanted home-cooked dinners and 6 kids and a clean house to come home to. How was she supposed to do all that and make a name for herself? How was changing her last name to Harrington and having her father hand her over at the end of the aisle making a name for herself? It was bad enough that she was stuck with Wheeler, another man’s name who didn’t deserve to be on her tagline when she eventually had her big break.

Back when they were just friends, Jonathan agreed with her that marriage was pointless. He watched his parents break up, he knew the pain it caused a child to grow up in a loveless house, he never wanted to do that to his own family one day. He couldn’t imagine ever treating a woman the way his dad treated his mom, she admired him for that.

Pretending to love Steve was easy, she just said it back with a smile and a kiss to distract him. Breaking up with Steve was freeing for the 2 days that she was single… and it’s not like she didn’t want to be with Jonathan, she had a small crush on him, and she yearned for their friendship to be like the one she had with Barb and then he fell in love with her.

Pretending to love Jonathan back was a lot harder than with Steve.

The emotions and the high of bringing justice for Barb was the reason she slept with Jonathan. The fact that he was good in bed was the reason she kept sleeping with him… he never said that he loved her outright, but she knew he did. He never told her because he knew that was a tough spot for her.

Part of her wonders if he’s always known that she didn’t love him back, at least not the way he deserved to be loved back. Maybe he just chopped it up to the fact she wasn’t wife material, even though he didn’t want to get married? After all, every man wants to be taken care of… she wasn’t going to mother her boyfriend for life. But then there’s also the fact that he knew she never wanted the nuclear family… even if they didn’t get married, having kids and being stuck together forever made them nuclear.

She wasn’t made to go nuclear.

However, the men at work called her Nuclear Nancy because of her temper. Red Queen because they think her moodiness must come from her never-ending period. And her personal favourite (not) was Miss Priss because she was very precise (anal in their words) with the way she did things.

The last straw for both work and her relationship with Jonathan was when her older co-worker, Kurt, walked up behind her and dragged his nasty hand over her ass. A smirk grew on his face, “this is why you should stick to skirts.”

Her eyes grow wide, her jaw drops and her mouth goes dry, absolutely appalled by what happened. “Excuse me?”

“These pants, you really pull them off… at least I wish I could,” he teases further, making the other men in the room laugh.

She nods in shock, laughing to herself as she bites her lip to hold back everything she wishes she could say… she ultimately decides, fuck it.

They want nuclear? Watch this.

“Okay. So what I’m hearing is that the church-going, goody-goody, wife guy is an adulterating, predatory creep who thinks he’s allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants.”

The other men gasp but Kurt stays silent.

“I’m sure your wife and your paster would be really pleased to know that not only are you laying a hand on someone who is not your wife, but you’re touching a teenage girl and wishing to have sex with her. You’re a pedophile,” she snaps. “That would be a great headline, local reporter who has spent a large portion of his career covering issues involving the children of Hawkins seen by all his co-workers touching a teenage girl inappropriately.”

“No one’s going to believe that,” he spits back.

“Hm,” she looks around the room at all the men nodding, willing to take his side. “Yeah you’re probably right, I heard creeps like to stick together.”

“Hey now,” another man, an old friend's dad, stands up from the back. “Calm down, it was a joke. This is all very uncalled for, young lady.”

“Him touching my ass is what’s uncalled for?!”

“Maybe if you didn’t show off so much he wouldn’t be so tempted,” he explains.

She looks down at her pants and then back to him. “your daughter is Chrissy Cunningham, right?”

He nods, “yes?”

“She wears a tiny skirt and gets thrown in the air so men see her undershorts, do you think she deserves to be touched by that man for her outfit?”

“Well no,” his face starts to turn red as anger builds. “Of course not, no one should be touching my daughter.”

“So why can he touch me? Do you want to meet my dad before you make your decision?” She wants him to see where this is wrong, she wishes all the men would get it but they don’t.

They never will.

Their daughters are their property. Their wives are their property. Girls they’re attracted to need to just get used to it and girls who aren’t pretty in their mind need to just accept the verbal abuse that comes from a man finding them ugly. It was a lose-lose situation and she was so fucking tired of it.

“Wheeler,” their main boss comes out of his office. “Do you really need to cause a commotion every single day? You’re here to assist, not to assimilate them into you’re weird commy-feminist ways.”

“Fuck you,” she shrugs with a laugh. “Fuck all of you. Fuck your wives and fuck your kids. I hope you all suffer for being such close-minded cunts,” she rants as she grabs all her shit and heads to the door. “I’m Fucking Done!”

She marches down the two flights of stairs and rushes out the door, the hot June sun hits her right in the face and blinds her.

Her tears stream down her cheeks as she makes her way to the bench seat outside their building and cries with her head in her hands. Disgusted, hurt, scared, anxious… the adrenaline runs through her body so hard it makes her shake to the point she wants to puke.

Jonathan rushes out a few moments later, “what did you do?”

“What did I do?!” She screams, wanting to throw something at him for asking that. “HE TOUCHED MY ASS?”

“I’m sure it was an accident,” he takes his co-worker's side. “They’re guys, it’s what they do.”

“I hate you,” she whispers, so overwhelmed with disgust that it just falls out. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Pretend, you mean?” He can be just as mean when he wants to be. “You’re really good at that, I’m surprised you caved so early.”

“Fuck you,” her bottom lip wobbles as she stands her ground.

She grabs her things and sped walked away, down the main road towards her house, it was a long walk, but she had to do it. Jonathan drove her in that morning, after all. She’s in heels, thanking god for her jeans so her thighs to rub together under her skirts like they did most days.

She’s sweaty, her feet ache, and she’s tired and thirsty. Her tears made her feel dehydrated, her skin feels burnt on her face and upper arms from the sun glaring down on her the whole walk home. All 5 miles from downtown up through Cornwallace, right to the end of the street.

With the slam of the front door, her mother is alerted to her being home. She calls after her, “Nancy? Is that you? What are you doing home, sweetheart?”

No answer.

All Karen hears is angry footsteps stomping up the stairs and another door slammed. She wipes her hands on her apron and takes it off, laying it on the countertop before making her way up the stairs slowly. She listens to the sound of her muffled tears from the hallway, her heart sinking.

“Nance,” she asks softly, knocking on the door with just one knuckle so it’s equally as soft. “Are you okay?”

No answer.

She steps away from the door, leaning against the banister to the staircase, just waiting for Nancy to be okay enough to open the door. She’s been a mom for almost 18 years now, and she knew Nancy would come out at some point. (Not like that, but also a little like that…)

When Nancy does open the door, she’s wrapped herself up in a housecoat, her work clothes off, sniffling as she cried. “can you help me burn my jeans?”

“Why?” She’s so concerned.

“A guy at work rubbed up on me and said some things about me and I— I,” she breaks down and rushes into her mom's arms. “I feel so gross.”

Karen’s heart breaks for her, having been there herself. The world isn’t kind to little girls, it never has been.

She holds Nancy in her arms so tightly, kissing the top of her curly head of hair and smoothing her hands over her back. “Let’s run you a bath and I’ll wash your jeans. Are you hungry sweetheart? I can make you whatever you want to eat or drink… I’ve got you, baby girl. I’ve always got you.”

Nancy agrees to the bath, following her mom into the master bathroom and watching from the doorway as she fills their big bathtub up with water and sweet-smelling soaps. She lights candles and asks Nancy to go get her favourite album tape to listen to. It’s really nice once it's all set up.

There are enough bubbles so that when Karen comes back with a cup of tea and a plate of homemade brownies, she’s covered enough to ask her mom to stay in the room with her. She sits on the floor beside the tub, she offers to wash Nancy’s back and her hair, but Nancy just wants to sit there for now.

“I’m sorry,” Karen finally whispers. “I’m sorry that the world is so cruel still. I really thought by the time you were this big that things would be a little less shit for us.”

“Mom?” She’s surprised to hear that word leave her moms mouth.

“I mean it, they expect us to be both perfect holy Virgin Mary figures while treating us like whores for having an opinion outside of theirs. They think it’s okay to tell us what to do and what to wear and how to react and it’s not right. It’s really not!”

“I know,” Nancy reaches out a hand from under the bubbles, and her mom takes it. “I really tore into them though, so that’s making mewl feel a bit better…”

“What did Jonathan say?”

She shrugs, “he kinda blamed me…”

“He what?” She’s shocked. “Did he not see it happen?”

She shakes her head, “he’s always in the darkroom.”

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes again. “Do you want to call the police and put in a sexual harassment complaint?”

She shakes her head. “I just want to pretend it didn’t happen.”

“That’s your decision to make,” and she lets her make it, she doesn’t push for anything. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head. “No, this was nice enough. Thank you, mom.”

“Always,” she smiles. Still just sitting there on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, making herself tiny. She was used to sitting there while holly bathed, it had been so long since she took care of Nancy like this. It made her feel old.

“What if we went shopping? We could go get you some new jeans, maybe get your hair blown out and different? A new look will do you good,” she explains. “You’ll feel brand new.”

“Okay,” she agrees with a smile. “I’d love that.”

—

Steve paced the back room for the first hour of his shift, talking to himself like he was writing a speech back there before running out for his break. She didn’t care. It was his break time and her own would come later, he could do whatever he wanted while she watched the til.

Not many people came in on a Tuesday night, she had 2 people in booths, Erika finally left with her friends after trying every flavour at least twice. She has her elbows on the counter, her face resting on her hands as she lets out a deep sigh.

Two women start to walk in, she knows she has to stand up straight and turn her customer service voice back on, but she doesn’t want to. She waits until they’re right in front of her and then she notices.

“Nancy Wheeler?”

She nods, “Robin, right?”

“Yeah…” she can’t believe she knows. The infamous Nancy wheeler knows her name. “Your hair is different.”

“Do you like it?” She twirls her fingers through the ends, she added a little blonde and chemically straightened the perm out, it was wavy at the ends and her new bangs looked cute.

She was always cute.

Robin nods, trying her best not to blush with Nancy’s mom right there.

“Do you two know each other?” Karen picks up on it.

They nod but Nancy answers, “we had Clicks class together right?”

She nods, “I sat behind Steve and watched you tutor him… he was so helpless,” she teases, making Nancy laugh.

“He really was… doesn’t he work here too?” She remembers.

Nancy nods, “yeah he’s on break probably kissing some girl behind the mall.”

(It was Eddie.)

“He’ll be back later, though. Till then, what can I get you ladies started with today?”

“Can I have a chocolate cone?” Karen asks first, “with two scoops?”

“Absolutely,” she takes her scooper out of her pocket and slides the display case open. “Nance?”

“Oh,” she’s not used to people who barely know her calling her that. “um… can I have 1 scoop of mint chip and one of the rainbow sherbet in a waffle cone?”

“That sounds delicious,” Robin’s honestly surprised she’s never heard that order before.

“The mint and the lime are really nice together,” she shares, pressing her lips together awkwardly when she fears it’s too much. “It’s refreshing.”

“I bet,” she keeps responding even as she pays attention to the chocolate cone she was building for Karen.

“Have you worked here long?” Karen asks when she feels the awkward silence.

She nods, “I applied before school ended and had the job for the grand opening,” she shares, a little proud that she was one of the company's first picks. Unlike Steve who got rejected from guitar world, the pool and the gap before Scoops took him in.

“You hiring at all?” Nancy asks with a disappointed laugh.

She shakes her head, “no… but I can have mike let you know when we are?”

“You now mike?” Karen was even more confused.

Robin nods and hands her the ice cream cone. “Steve is close with Dustin so all the little dweebs are always coming in for free samples.”

She doesn’t tell her about the endless secret trips through the back halls where Steve escorts them to the movie theatre without having to pay. That was their little secret.

Her mom takes out a ten-dollar bill and places it on the counter, “you two chat, catch up, I’m going to go check the gap for some back-to-school clothes for your sister.”

“Okay,” Nancy waves her off and smiles at Robin as she grabs a waffle cone and cleans her scooper. “I didn’t think you hung out with Steve after work? How do you know my brother? Isn’t Dustin at camp?”

Robin laughs, “I can see why you’re the editor of the school paper, with all these questions.”

Nancy blushes, smiling with her lips pressed together, bashful as all hell. “yeah… well? Any comment?”

Robin can tell instantly why Steve was hung up on her for so long. With everything she knows about the upside down and what she did to get justice for Barb, she thinks Nancy is so fucking cool.

“My cousin, he’s always got his friends over for dungeon and dragons, Mike auditioned for the club now that he’s a freshman,” Robin explains while scooping out a perfect ball of sherbet.

“He said he signed up for Munson's group… hellfire?” She remembers back to the conversation at dinner about whether or not Mike's t-shirt was satanic or not.

Robin nods, adding the second scoop of mint chip, she secures it, tongue sticking out in concentration. She holds it up with a big smile, “want any fun toppings?”

She shakes her head, “no thanks, I’m good.”

“Here you are,” she hands it over and reaches for the money on the counter. She makes the change and goes to hand it back to Nancy who just hands it back to her.

“Pocket it, don’t share with Harrington,” she teases. “You’ve shown wonderful service.”

“Thanks,” Robin blushes this time. “Uh… you know, if it’s not weird, you are always welcome over when mike comes over. I know you have to drive him most of the time.”

“You’re house is the one with the garage he’s always having parties at?” She clues in then. “Okay… good to know. I might take you up on that offer.”

“Awesome,” she feels a beautiful glow shine through her body as she smiles back at Nancy.

“Yeah,” Nancy gives her a sweet wave and then reaches for a handful of paper towels. “I’m going to go find my mom, but, I’ll see you around?”

Robin nods, “I hope so.”

“Me too,” Nancy’s voice is soft and sweet, she gives another small wave and heads out of the little store. Rushing almost, clearly nervous.

Robin takes a moment to breathe and focus, which was surprisingly easy. It didn’t matter if Nancy liked girls, she was able to talk to a pretty girl. It was normal. She made it through the whole conversation, she listened, she made eye contact, and she did it. It was nice.

There was hope.

She turns around to see the whiteboard she has, 7 tallies under the 'you suck' column, nothing under 'you rule'. Steve stopped taking girls out a while ago, when he eventually tells her about Eddie he’ll get a point for landing him… till then, she takes out an orange marker and adds a tally to the 'you rule' side, staring at it with a smile.

She wipes it off before Steve gets back.

But it was there.

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Barb used to sleep over all the time, they cuddled, they talked, and they were everything to each other… losing that relationship with her hurt Nancy so deeply and she still hasn’t fully moved on. It was so much worse than any breakup.

Sleeping with Steve helped at first… then it became so routine and procedural and boring. The same thing happened with Jonathan after a while. In the beginning, it was fun, he was talkative and submissive and easygoing and responsive… it was fun. She missed that part of their relationship— the intimacy side, but not much else. Talking to either of them while she dated them was a little annoying, they really didn’t care about her dreams, they just let her talk without really listening, she felt like a robot finishing a task trying to put up with them.

As a friend, Barb was wonderful… if she had a relationship that looked like the way Barb treated her, but also came with the intimacy and sex she had at the beginning of her relationship with the boys, then she’d be happy. She wants genuine conversations, someone to hold her secrets, secrets to hold for them, true love, genuine laughs, and intimate erotic moments… that’s what she wants.

She wants to date a woman.

“Holy shit,” she whispers to herself as it all comes forward in her mind. Eyes wide, ears ringing, her breathing getting heavier… she’s not scared of the realization, she’s exhilarated by it.

Jonathan once called her out about for she thought she was attempting to rebel by dating the exact boy her parents would be fine with her marrying… he pointed out how she was perpetuating the lifestyle she hated so deeply. The fucking nuclear family has always been the default, she was so scared of being pigeonholed into one that she tried to get ahead of it, she dated Steve cause he was handsome and Jonathan because he was mouldable… but just because it’s the default doesn’t mean it’s right.

It doesn’t mean she has to do it. Her family is barely religious, they’re unfortunately republican and stuck in the past… but they wouldn’t hate her if she wanted to date girls. Hell, they probably saw it coming, especially when she was a little girl, she’d scowl in disgust when her grandparents asked if she had boyfriends because she was so pretty… it’s a weird question to ask a child, and now Holly has to hear it too. At least Holly has her older sister to beat off any unwanted attention that comes her way. She’d happily take her gun out of the closet to protect her sister from any of the men in this town.

Overall, one thing is clear: She’s always hated the idea of having a husband.

Blame it on her dad, but she would rather shoot herself in the foot than marry a man who does fuck all while thinking he’s gods gift to Hawkins. Sure, he works… but does he work? He sits in an office chair, he gets a lot of money, he hires someone to care for the lawn, and he has his wife do everything else. He does nothing but basks in the silence he’s scared his children into.

The only time silence in her house has ever felt peaceful was when she was in bed with Barb.

Now, she’s in that same bed completely alone, having her internal crisis in the dark, tears rolling down her cheeks, she reaches out for her pillow and cuddles into it. It’s one of those many nights that she misses Barb, but it’s the first night when she realizes she was in love with her too.

Looking back, the way Barb hated Steve makes more sense… Barb loved her back, she would’ve waited outside all night for Nancy if she wasn’t taken by a demogorgon. They would’ve talked about it, she would’ve told Barb all about her first time and how lacklustre it was, how her mom freaked out on her… her first thought that night after she got home was “I can’t wait to tell Barb tomorrow.”

She sobs into her pillow remembering how much she’s experienced since Barb died. And there isn’t even a place for her to go and tell her about it, either. Unlike when her grandma died, Barb isn’t in the ground at the Hawkins Cemetery, so sitting by her headstone and talking to her doesn’t feel real.

Barb doesn’t exist anymore.

For her entire childhood, she had Barb by her side and yet these last 18 months without her have been so, so long. As if the day she died became day 0 and Nancy’s unable to ever be normal again.

When the tears eventually stop, she calms down enough to breathe again, she just stares up at the ceiling and prays. To who? She doesn’t know.

She just wants to feel okay again.

She wants to be loved again.

More importantly, she wants to be able to actually love her back next time.

Before it’s too late.

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scribe-of-hael · 8 months

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Oc Lore : Meet the bastard

This is David. David is Vigh's ex boyfriend. And I made him for the pure intention to just be hated or heavily fucking disliked.

Trigger warning : mentions of a ableist behavior , man child behavior, "nice" guy behavior , stalking , David isn't a great guy + mentions of depression, anxiety , ptsd

He is what we call a "nice guy" who isn't so nice. He is not directly mean to Vigh. But he undermines, underestimates and downplays Vigh ALOT. Even after they broke.

Vigh is a very nice person and she puts up with ALOT. If it has things to do with her she let's it be water under the bridge.

When she dated David it was more set to be a "why not let me see if we can make this work" because her father was very worried about her being all alone in a new city and being far away. So she thought "well this guy is nice, maybe it will be less lonely amd dad won't be as afraid for me!"

Mistakes. Were made. At first David was very nice, very attentive and playful. As time went on the first signs were David making remarks about her work and how he wanted to be the provider. Next he would down play alot of her reactions to things and tell her to just "calm down."

Note: vigh has ptsd , depression and general anxiety from her accident. She does have mood swings and they can be triggered by somthing small or maybe somthing she didn't recognize could be triggering.

The last and final straw was David seeming to coddle Vigh because of her disability. Which she struggles with personally already but she's made do with live her life best she can. She lives a very functional life ! Which is why she came to do work out in her own.

He wanted to do everything for her, and even treated her like a child even with tasks she could do well in her own. He cared but it was in a very damaging way and he didn't bother to correct them when adressed.

"But I just want to take care of you" wasn't a viable answer anymore.

Because of this Vigh simply had enough and with help from her friend Manny broke up with David.

David was devastated and in hysteric and in short manipulated Vigh to stay friends with him at the least despite Manny pleading with her not to.

Vigh is not in a great place mentally when this all happens and David behavior took full advantage of that.

Another mistake. David would not let go of his feeling or infatuation with Vigh. He calls/texts her for to much,he has visited her work to see her and he still makes attempts to try and get back together with her. Constantly.

Months later.

This all came to a bit of a head when Vigh began ignoring him and his friends said they saw her with a Guy in a fancy Red car. Aka Knockout waving around his Holoform and cruising in public even during daylight hours.

This. Pissed David off so much. No guy knew her better than him. He loved her ! He began to try and pry Vigh about this guy to which she denied him at first to even existing.

Passing it off as "i just what you to be safe," which he rationalized was a what he was doing. Which in reality he was starting to stalk her and figure out who this guy was.

Knockout and David met when Vigh had talked to him and he pulled up next to him basically vaguely threatening Knockout to watch himself.

Amused by this humans attempt to threaten him, Knockout boasted how Vigh seemed to forget him and was happier talking to him anyway. And if he had it his way. He'd crush him. David has no idea how real that could happen.

Now this should make David check himself but it feeds into his insecurities and toxix tendencies.

He even doubles down by following Vigh to the street races. Confronting her that she told her father she wasn't racing. (Because God forbid you open up to this man and he will throw it back at you.) And he even threatened to call her father.

At this point Knockout and Vigh had been talking alot and they do have un admitted feelings for each other. Knockout in his holoform mind you basically tells David everything Vigh has wanted to tell him.

"You coddle her. You undermind her. You value your own selfish wants and needs over hers. You did this. Not Vigh. Not me. You. You don't love her. This is not what love is. The only reason she even talks to you because you make her obligated to."

In short. Ko verbally wrecks him. Only for Vigh for confirmation this and you don't see David again for a while.

Until he sees what he did wrong but still continues the behavior of being persistent to try and apologize to her. He does feel horrible but he is still persists with wanting to only be heard but forgiven.

Whether he learns this lesson is un seen yet.

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ask-paradox-and-friends · 10 months

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Because I finally am getting around to it.

*im merging some ideas. So the godkillers with a child reader that's like @hoshi-neko-hikari Hikari and @the-plushie-friendships Ames so...meh.*

Brunhilde was looking around for a chance as she was trying to get a mortal to help her with things but thanks to a mixup with her spell she summoned you.

You were of course an orphan that lived a long time in a orphanage with no friends and some terrible parents. You had yourself. Your plushies. And your imagination.

You were summoned in your sleep so when you woke up you were in a fancy room surrounded by a beautiful garden Brunhilde was the first to find you along with Göll both were confused and worried as well this was a tiny child. In Valhalla. While alive.

Now it took the eldest sister at least a month to send you back but Noone wanted to send you back. The sisters especially Hollk and Thrud fell in love with you. And it was an instant when you found a pair of loving parents you still don't know why mama Eve and Papa Adam cried when you called them mommy and daddy. But they loved you you loved them.

You were small adorable and had enough cat traits everyone thought you were a kitten. Hollk saw you as adorable and Thrud wanted to just hold you and love you as she just was so very emotional involving you. The urge got stronger after you started opening up and showing off plushies you made. No Thrud wasn't crying because of your adorableness. She wasn't. (She was.)

It didn't take you too long to be found by Hercules one day when you wandered around. The larger Greek hero was a bit scary as he was a stranger but he was so friendly and caring it was nice and he soon showed you off to the other gods.

You weren't sure about most of them. Hades and Bhudda were cool Shiva and his wives didn't want to give you back now there were a few that confused you. Posiden wasn't willing to look at you. Ares and Hermes always kept you away from the weird old man. [Zues] and apparently the Valkyries forbid Loki from getting too close.

But back to today! Someone for some reason decided to give babysitting role for today to Apollo you saw him as weird he was always with many girls and he was always mean to Ares.. so when you saw he was using you to get some girls you got out of the stroller he had you to wander and you wandered so far you ended up in a new area.

Derail:you had found yet another garden and waddled around with sparkling eyes looking at all the flowers so takeing an opportunity you took out some teddy bears and had a tea party. Soon you looked up and saw him. He was a large broad man in a dark blueish purple suit with a crown and a robe you were very scared as he was a large presence but you heard one of your big sister Alvitr yell out 'OLD MAN WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?' She then saw you and got worried running over why you were here. But the large man who turned out to be a king walked up to you and gently knelt down. "Hello little one. Where are your parents?" Alvitr soon smacked him up the head and explained everything. The king nodded and gently gave you a pat on your head as he made a small gesture which resulted in his sons and daughters coming over. Which soon became his daughters teaching you how to make flower crowns as his sons let you pet their dragons and the Griffen as you showed off your plushies. Of course the youngest of the pets sat on you. Between the Treble the trouble making Griffen and the large motherly dragon laying her wing on you his family smiled that they have claimed you as theirs and pitted the poor knobhead who'd try to hurt you as you slept.

Deku:you were attracted to the noise of a movie and when you walked in you saw several peices of hero merchandise and the movie kept going. As the movie lead to another hero movie and even animated children movies you got your plushies out as you wanted them see the movies with you. You only noticed someone else was there as big sister Randgriz was telling a 'Izuku' about you. As a massive 7 and a half foot man moved several heavy looking things that Ares called 'Dumbells' to make more space and sat on his couch with you as he put Randgriz and Zerofuku with you and smiled. He would take time to make small talk with you and explain things to you. On the span of a couple hours he'd got you to be a fan of heros especially A spider hero! Now. How to explain to Brunhilde why her newest little family member is trying to get bitten by spiders. And yes she almost strangled Bun.

Paradox:you wandered and saw a glimpse of you biggest sister and walked up to the bed and tried to jump on but you were far too small and sat at the foot of the bed. You looked around and saw some workout gear a large bed and various game stuff along with a computer and a TV but you then snapped back to the bed and made a small sad melw. Hearing this a man you haven't seen before that was almost the size of big sissy picked you up and blinked he then mumbled 'babi kitty' and he put you in the bed when you went up to your sister and curled up next to her as she hugged you he awed and got closer and cuddled both of you cooing about what he's seeing.

Kaito:you were hearing a collection of bells as you entered one room and turned around to see a man in a robe and straw hat he soon sat down and took his hat off as a crow sat on his head. You saw how purple he was and how sparky his eyes were and you introduced yourself the man's crow explained everything and introduced themselves you were very fine with the new man as he slowly taught you sign language and the crows that fly around him were appreciating you petting them and feeding them. You were happy you had new bird friends.

Tsugu:as you wandered you heard music from a band and being curious you walked in and saw a cluttered room. There was so many musical things and instruments. After a bit you decided to hum to which the girl caught on to your presence which she soon inviter you over and then spent her with you. Playing singing and recording music and watching cartoons and reading manga. In a weird form of irony you fell asleep on her and thanks to your presence on her belly Tsugu couldn't do anything and as a result she soon fell asleep as she had noting to do and you were soft and warm.

Mai:you found this place by accident but when you wandered in you thought you were in a royal meeting as you saw so many women here that look like princesses and queens. You giggled and went alrind playing with everyone and like normal everyone was happy to entertain you as they cooed and petted you. They squealed when you mewed or purred and soon you let put a yawn and one person held you gently and put you in a bed with a few sleeping women that soon dragged you closer to them as the last one who held you was a woman who looked like she was made of cotton candy to the point you gave her a nibble to which she woke up giggling as it tickled. She soon held you in her arms and spent the whole day carrying you in a baby carrier. She's not going to give you back. Ever.

Meanwhile Apollo is Flipping out destroying his whole island trying to find you all the whole while Hades was dangerously close to striking his idiot nephew with a smack up the head with his fist as Zues sent out someone to stop Adam and Eve as both broke down the front door furious someone lost their daughter and let that useless womanizer watch her! Don't worry he'll be fine..in a month.. and you'll be found hours later by a pair of doves who inform your new family.

I'm using @hazawatsugu tsugu and Mai belongs to @splatoonfan88 also @ask-mother-of-all-mankind (eve mention! :3)

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heimeldat · 2 years

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NON SPOILER reaction: Power of the Doctor was really good! I was worried it would be crowded and frenetic and full of cameos that added nothing to the plot, but it was actually a solid story that made great use of bringing back old characters! It had pretty good pacing and a nice mix of excitement and quieter character moments. I think it was a little much to bring in the Daleks and the Cybermen and the Master, but it worked well enough.

Now for the spoilers. I kept a running commentary as I watched, so here you go if you want to see my thoughts:

Space train! Space train heist! Who doesn’t want a space train heist?

Why did they unroll the ladder all the way from the console when they could have attached it closer to the door and had enough length to reach the train without jumping the last bit?

Whoa, close call Dan! I appreciate how shaken he looks once they get inside. Legitimate danger to our good boy is far scarier than melodramatic Cybermen.

Ok, kid in the box...didn’t see that coming. I am intrigued. And glad it wasn’t something predictable like a weapon. (I mean, she could be a weapon, but not a big-red-button-blow-up-the-universe weapon.)

ACE! ACE ACE ACE! Even from behind she’s so identifiable! And she still sounds just like herself! I mean, I know she’s continued playing Ace, but never such a mature Ace. I think she’s nailed how the character grew up!

TEGAN! I’ve never loved her as much as Ace, but it’s still great to see her again. Her appearance has changed more, it was a little weird seeing her in the promo pics, but she sounds just the same. And I love it that she’s working with Ace. What a pair...God forbid anybody try to get in their way. I can just see Tegan ripping them a new one while Ace stands smirking off to the side, ready to get physical if Tegan can’t talk them into submission.

Oh my god that look on Ace’s face, just for an instant, when Tegan says the note is from the Doctor. (I mean, obviously it’s not really from her, but still.) There was so much in that one flicker of expression.

Ah she’s so kind to Dan about wanting to leave! Just that one brief second of sadness, then just gentle understanding. For all her harsh moments toward enemies, for all her emotional distance, Thirteen has so much kindness and love.

“See you again Doctor.” That look she gives him in reply...she doesn’t think he will.

And here’s the feral Doctor. Eleven and Twelve were both able to accept the possibility of a good (or at least disillusioned) Dalek, but Thirteen is just done tormenting herself with that. I really think Missy had an impact on him as much as he did on her. She would kill that Dalek without hesitation.

Waaah Rasputin Master! It’s so nice to see him back in his traditional black with white cuffs. And such a soft, gentle voice. It sent chills down my back! And somehow his eyes look reassuring and insane at the same time. Wait he’s hypnotizing her! It’s about time he brought back that talent! Ha they even brought back the line -- you are the Master and I will obey you. :D

Oh look it’s the Death Star. No hang on, it’s Apokalips, but blue.

Lol did he really copy the inside of her TARDIS as well as the outside? “I feel like we’re being taunted!” Um...yeah. That’s pretty obvious.

I’m a little disappointed that the little girl is an energy critter hiding behind a projection. I kind of thought she might be the Timeless Child and the Master might have been wrong about the Doctor’s origins and found the real Child and gone after her...

Kate! Wait didn’t UNIT get shut down? I guess Kate got it up and running again.

The reunion! Poor Doctor doesn’t know how to process emotional reunions in the middle of solving a deadly mystery. And Ace definitely thinks she’s hot, with the “Oh, wow!” and the “That’s a good look on you, Professor!” And Tegan wouldn’t be Tegan if she didn’t give the Doctor a tongue-lashing within ten seconds of reuniting with her.

Ha, their simultaneous “WHAT?!” when she IDs the Master. And how does he manage to make an invitation to a seismology conference sound sexy?

Oh, good, she got over her awkward surprise and gave them a proper greeting. Lol Tegan yeah, you did handle it quite well, for you.

His warning about leaving earth before she dies sounds like he can’t decide if he wants her to stay or run. And he sounds positively delighted about the Doctor bringing soldiers for him. I wonder if he’s jealous of Kate now though. The Master gave her an army of Cybermen and she wouldn’t take it, but Kate gave her commandos and she accepted?

Lol he was so smug and confident and then two seconds later he’s freaking out. “W-why is she getting messages from Daleks?!” Twelve steps ahead, are you really?

He just had to make a dig about Aunt Vanessa, but Ace got him back good! I love that brief look of dismay and embarrassment when she brings up him being half-cat.

Of course the Daleks are already here. Did you really think it could be unconnected?

Yeah, obviously the package was from the Master. Not sure how I feel about the TCE suddenly working in reverse. It was always pretty clear that killed people. Though it looks more like he compressed and then decompressed a transmat point shaped like a Cyberman...

Gold bullets! Pity it didn’t work. I wonder how long Ace and Tegan have been working together. They’re totally on the same page. Also, are the Cybermen using stasers? The sound isn’t right, but the flash looks more like staser fire than Cyber-weapons.

Sticking her in a Dalek casing is an interesting method of capture...I wonder if it’ll cause the same issues Clara had when Missy put her in one.

Of course Yaz has been keeping notes on what all the TARDIS controls do! I wonder if the fast return system is working; that would get her back to UNIT at least.

Master’s Dalek Plan, hahah! No way that was an accident, they’ve got to be referencing the Daleks’ Master Plan. Hang on, though, isn’t the ultimate punishment dissolution? Like they tried to do to Five in Arc of Infinity?

He’s got a “killing the Doctor” playlist now? Feels a little much, but ok. And the dancing? Really? Channeling Simm pretty hard here... though I have to say I laughed at the Dalek and Cyberman exchanging a “Boss is crazy” look.

Whoa whoa wait did he just bodyswap them? Did not see that coming! But it makes sense, he’s always wanted immortality, he’s always stolen people’s bodies. And yet he looks stricken at the idea that she’s really truly gone.

Oh my god that girly little shriek when the TARDIS zapped him!

The recorder and everything! He’s trying so hard...

OH MY GOD FIVE AND SIX AND SEVEN AND EIGHT!!! Especially Eight! Though I’d have pegged Seven as the one who would refuse to wear a robe. I only wish they had more than a couple minutes on screen!

Tegan and Ace are so perfect! Of course Tegan is the one who ends up staying to solve the problem at its root, while Ace jumps off a building and chases Daleks.

Of course she’s thinking about Adric. Why didn’t that occur to me sooner? Brave heart, Tegan! I’m so glad they get to see their Doctors! Those moments between them are absolutely wonderful. And what has Ace been up to, that she felt the need to make new and improved types of Nitro-9? She’s still a little pyro. :D

Wait where did Graham come from? And are you guys really flirting in the middle of a Dalek invasion?

Not sure what I think of reversing a regeneration before it settles in properly...but in this case I’ll accept it, since it was more of a body theft than a real regeneration. And it’s really fun to see Thirteen in that mish-mash of old costume pieces.

Ace and Graham and Nitro-9! I can get behind this team-up. I still want to know how Graham got there though.

The fixing-things goggles! And using the Cyber-tech to save the day! Turning lava into steel is stupid and makes no sense at all, but in the right sort of Doctor Who fashion where you can laugh at it and move on. Using the energy critter to destroy it when you’re done, good.

I’m disappointed with the Master redirecting the energy beam at the Doctor. It seems kind of impersonal and incidental. He should have pulled a gun on her instead. The whole passing out, then waking up seeming fine for a minute, then starting to regenerate, then pausing at that point long enough to eat an ice cream with Yaz is a bit odd too. I guess she went into a state of grace? You know, I think I like that actually. It wouldn’t work every time, but it’s nice to see a regeneration scene that plays out quietly and calmly instead of all in a crazy rush. I don’t see why Yaz has to leave, though. It would make more sense for the Doctor to insist she’ll still be the same person and still care about Yaz after she changes.

Oh my goodness Mel and Ian! (Clearly the rumors of Ian and Barbara not aging have been exaggerated.) I love the idea of a companion support group or whatever this is. And of course Graham would be the one to come up with it.

Such warm, hopeful final words. Better than a dramatic speech; just acceptance and welcoming in the new Doctor.

Not keen on David Tennant showing up at the end, but it’s clear it wasn’t a normal regeneration, since the clothing changed as well. I hope they do something clever with it instead of just bringing him back for nostalgia’s sake.

Overall I’m really happy with how this episode went, and for the first time in several years I’m truly excited to see what they do with the next story arc.

#doctor who #power of the doctor #review

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cheesewelsom · 2 years

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So this is a Peter Pettigrew AU, where he is a death eater bit didn't betray the Marauders. Like he was just taking information and yadda yadda..

So when he was given the information where lily and james where, he told regulus( which he saved, I'll explain everything later in clear settings ) to lead james and lily away from that house.

And for maximum security, he led voldemort to the wrong house, they battle it off, he cursed voldemort if he ever tries to do the unforgivable curses on his ( peter ) loves ones, the wand will stun him.

Now both James, Lily and Regulus are alive. Peter is dead.

But his time with the death eaters, Voldemort has a daughter named Viper, and hes kinda like an uncle to him.

First time they meet is when Viper is being a little annoying and voldemort sends peter to look after her. He complains at first but gives in and just leads her to her room..

She blackmails him saying " you're the reason your friends are in trouble " or " you'd kill your friends " and the most used one is "coward "

To say the least, Peter hated this child at first, he would babysit her in her room and she would just scream profanities as he tries to keep his cool. Then later on as time passed by, he noticed how lonely she is.

Her father doesn't pay attention to her, and when he does he manipulates her with narcissism and supremacist theories and another nonsense like that.

Even more so when she doesn't even have toys, sweets her life is just full on black and white. The only thing she has is latin lessons, Piano lessons and all kinds of boring things.

He feels like a child shouldn't be brought up this way, so one day he brought along his toys to babysit for her.

She's never seen toys before, so she asks waht are these, and he says "toys, obviously. "

" do you think im a child? " Said the 5 year old.

"I don't think so. It's a fact. "

The first toys he brought along were his colorful building blocks. He made it a competition who had the best castle and he won. She tore down his castle and said "another one. "

They kept going and going until it was dark out. He hid the toys because god forbid the dark lords daughter have any color in her black and white room.

Next were sweets, he baked and gave her som, she was adamant and decided why not? She ate them. They were good.

She was suspicious why this person was being nice, but she was brought up to never ask. Especially her dad.

So ranging from building blocks to C.D players, she had all kinds of fun with peter.

Peter also taught her how to prank, their target was always Severus for shits and giggles.

One time Narcissa saw Peter and Viper talking smack to Severus and she was surprised at how much personality the girl had, but then again, she was with a Marauders and those guys are never up to no good.

She just smiled at a child being a child you know?

Peter also braids vipers hair, she loves it.

Peter taught Viper how to bake, but Viper was absolutely horrid at it because she does not know anything about the kitchen and even if she did, it would still be a disaster.

Peter plays chess with her, and All of Vipers life she still doesn't know how she's losing when all of her life consists of Piano, latin and chess, How???

They play pranks on Severus, but she always apologises at the end, and Severus always snobs at her.

Peter dunks cold water at him during every apology session.

But she just doesn't know, she grew out of apologizing.

Peter teachers her how plant some plants.

Whenever viper is having a hard time, she would see little colored sticky notes on the side of her mirror saying

"atta girl " or " girllboss them, no one would ever know. " And even " Coward "

Its kinda their inside joke to them now.

They're uncle.

Peter would be the only emotionally stable person in her life.

Peter would say if someone is toxic, dangerous and point them out, Viper would either agree or defend that person for life.

" my dad has done no wrong? "

"you've got to be kidding me. "

"oh yeah! You're still a coward for trying to kill your friends! "

After those arguments, Peter would just apologize because he knows he's the only stable thing in her life, and if he lets go she would probably turn a upside down.

And Viper may have a attachment issues of her father always leaving her randomly, or he ignores her suddenly with no warning. So when these arguments end, she would just be frozen in spot as peter leaves.

She would avoid peter like the plague every time, because she would feel so guilty afterwards and she's thinking is this how Peter feels knowing he would betray his friends? I mean she can't even survive one argument with him.

They make up, Viper cries tears of water falls. Ofcourse arguments are a bit normal for them now, and somehow viper still cries thinking she fucked it all up then suddenly there's a knock, she opens it up and its Peter saying sorry.

They're the best uncle/Niece duo. Sassy as fuck.

"sorry, i couldn't hear you talk all over that incompetence of yours. "

" Severus snape? More like " mr had your girl stolen "

Or just insult Severus as mean as possible.

He also taught her how different the world is, what her dad is teaching her is wrong. He teaches her alot of things.

Elves are not slave ( Regulus ), do not judge a book by its cover ( pandora ), Muggle-borns aren't much different to pure bloods ( lily evans ), protect your friends at all cost ( marauders ) and always respect your teacher's ( Minerva ) and ect.

Anyways, I'd probably make more after this.

Peter dies when Viper is about 10 years, just about ready to go to hogwarts.

They celebrate her birthday.

#Peter Pettigrew #Peter #Marauders #Voldemort #lord voldemort #narcissa black #Severus snape #Regulus black #James potter #lily evans is alive #james potter is alive

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"No matter what you think, she's probably quicker than you."

Since I already did Maize a while back, let's introduce Konnie!

This is Konnie Sai, a half-Saiyan living on Earth with her parents. One's a royal scientist and the other is an alien fleeing the turmoil of North Galaxy. They live a peaceful and happy life together, and all seems grand... Except, Konnie's dad refuses to let her train.

Pretty strange, for a Saiyan to outright forbid their child from learning to fight. But her father, Okkoro, has his reasons. For one, Earth is a peaceful place in this AU. As far as Okkoro knows, there's no threat for Konnie to face, so why should she needlessly risk herself? And besides, he doesn't want Konnie to become like the Saiyans he once knew. But thats another story for another time.

The other thing Okkoro refuses to do is tell Konnie anything about Saiyans. He wants her to live a happy, peaceful life as a human. In a way, he wants her to almost forget that she's part Saiyan in the first place. And that, more than anything perhaps, is what gets to Konnie. She wants to know, she wants to learn, and she's stubbornly insistent on it too! And she gets that stubbornness from her father, who is just as unyielding as Konnie. It's an impasse between them and it always has been, despite the fact that they're otherwise a loving duo.

This leads to Konnie becoming a girl of lofty aspirations and pent-up rage. So what does she do? She vents about it on her blog. The Internet exists on this Earth, after all. She's definitely not the only kid venting their frustrations into posts that nobody will ever read. However, one day, she lets something slip...

"I mean does he actually think I'm gonna ignore the fact that I'm a saiyan too or something? Like what the fuck!!!"

Somehow, gods only know how, Konnie's vent post attracted the attention of the only other Saiyan on Earth: Maize.

Over time, Maize and Konnie become friends. Konnie pesters her constantly about training, but Maize doesn't seem to mind and answers all her questions. In return, Konnie tells Maize about what her own life is like. It seems odd that Maize has no idea what a high school is, but she's nice to talk to. And although Konnie wasn't able to see the World Martial Arts Tournament in person, she still gets to see Maize win twice in a row. What a lucky friend she made!

However, she can't tell her parents. Gods know what her dad would do if he knew she was talking to another Saiyan, right? Nevertheless, the two keep in touch as much as they can.

kawaii-dipshit: so you've never once been to the larger cities? Not even a little bit? I wish I could invite you over! monke: that would be fun kawaii-dipshit: OH YEAH CAN I TELL YOU ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL TODAY monke: yeah kawaii-dipshit: I had detention cause someone called me a fat bitch and I told him to eat shit. I mean he got in trouble too at least but still monke: whats detention

Soon, Konnie's junior year of high school reaches its end. And one day, shortly before the end of the year, she gets detention after school. Again. And detention sucks, since they hold it in a classroom in the basement and it takes forever to get to the exit. However, Konnie serves her time and not a second more.

On her way out, something catches her eye: A little golden ball. Taking it, Konnie returns home and does a bit of research. But all she can pull up is an old myth about a wish-granting dragon. But that's ridiculous! No way could something like that be real, right...?

Hey, no matter what position the ball is in, she can always see the stars engraved on its surface. Even just by holding it, it seems to have some kind of deeper power, almost vibrating in her hands. And come to think of it, Konnie's an alien! If those exist, why can't there be wish-granting dragons...?

kawaii-dipshit: MAIZE I HAVE AN IDEA kawaii-dipshit: IF WE COLLECT ALL SEVEN WE CAN GET SOME ANSWERS ABOUT THE SAIYANS monke: wait you want to find the rest? monke: where are the rest? kawaii-dipshit: Idk but WE CAN TRY TO FIND THEM

The way Konnie sees it, if her dad won't tell her what she wants to know, the Eternal Dragon will. And that's why she decides to hunt for the Dragon Balls once school is out! With a little help from her mother, she gets her hands on a prototype radar and arranges to meet up with Maize for the first time, even telling her dad she's going to visit some friends for a day. After all, Maize can fly, so the search shouldn't take more than a day. Right?

Well... It was a very eventful day, let's just put it that way. So eventful in fact, that it sparked a whole chain of events! These ones, actually!

Anyway fun trivia about Konnie:

Aside from the Saiyan stuff, she actually cares a lot about her dad. She doesn't know that he's keeping these secrets out of sheer fucking regret for the things he's done.

Getting dental work done was a nightmare since Konnie inherited the teeth of a Saiyan.

The girl's a pretty decent chef, for a teenager. She's unapologetic about her passion for good food, even showing Maize how to properly gut and fillet fish during Three Musketeers. However, she will say that her mother's fried rice is better than anything she can make.

She thinks her short tail is very cute.

There is literally nothing that can stop Konnie from doing something once she gets the idea that she has to do it.

She's a furry.

Anyway that's enough of her for now-

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